At the Lamb's high feast we sing (Charles H. Giffen)

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Editor/Arranger: Charles H. Giffen (added 2005-03-11).   Score information: Letter, 14 pages, 263 kbytes   Copyright: Personal. May be freely copied and performed for non-profit use. Please inform the composer of any performances of this work.
Edition notes: Revised version full score, with descant included.

General Information

Title: At the Lamb's high feast we sing
Composer/Arranger: Charles H. Giffen

Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB with Descant
Genre: Sacred, Hymn, Anthem

Language: English
Instruments: 2 trumpets, 2 trombones, organ and optional handbells.

Description: This is a festive setting of the Easter hymn. Hymn tune: Salzburg 77. 77. D

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Original text and translations

Image:English.png English text

At the Lamb's high feast we sing
praise to our victorious King,
who hath washed us in the tide
flowing from his pierced side;
praise we him, whose love divine
gives his sacred Blood for wine,
gives his Body for the feast,
Christ the victim, Christ the priest.

Where the Paschal blood is poured,
death's dark angel sheathes his sword;
Israel's hosts triumphant go
through the wave that drowns the foe.
Praise we Christ, whose blood was shed,
Paschal victim, Paschal bread;
with sincerity and love
eat we manna from above.

Mighty victim from on high,
hell's fierce powers beneath thee lie;
thou hast conquered in the fight,
thou hast brought us life and light:
now no more can death appall,
now no more the grave entrall;
thou hast opened paradise,
and in thee thy saints shall rise.

Easter triumph, Easter joy,
sin alone can this destroy;
from sin's power do thou set free
souls newborn, O Lord, in thee.
Hymns of glory and of praise,
Risen Lord, to thee we raise;
Holy Father, praise to thee,
with the Spirit, ever be.

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