Scripture Verse

Christ our Passover is sacrificed for us: Therefore let us keep the feast. 1 Corinthians 5:7–8

Introduction

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John M. Neale (1818–1866)
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Words: Un­known au­thor (Ad cœ­nam Ag­ni pro­vi­di). Trans­lat­ed from La­tin to Eng­lish by John M. Neale (1818–1866).

Music: Rex Glo­ri­ose French church tune (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Introduction

In or­der to un­der­stand this hymn, we must know for whom it was writ­ten. It was the cus­tom of the ear­ly Church that Bap­tism should be so­lemn­ly ad­min­is­tered to ma­ny ca­te­chu­mens, that is, per­sons who had been un­der in­struct­ion and pre­pa­ra­tion for it, on East­er Eve.

This hymn then re­fers in the first place to them…The Lamb’s high ban­quet we await. These new­ly bap­tized per­sons were now for the first time about to receive the Ho­ly Com­mun­ion, and there­fore tru­ly wait­ing for that high ban­quet.

In snow white robes [the Et sto­lis al­bis can­di­di of the orig­in­al], be­cause, at bap­tism, a white gar­ment was gi­ven to the per­sons bap­tized, with words like these: Take this white ves­ture for a to­ken of the in­no­cence which, by God’s grace, in this ho­ly Sac­ra­ment of Bap­tism, is gi­ven un­to thee and for a sign where­by thou art ad­mon­ished, so long as thou liv­est, to give thy­self to in­no­cen­cy of liv­ing, that af­ter this tran­si­tory life thou may­est be par­tak­er of life ev­er­last­ing.

The chri­som-robes were worn from East­er Eve till Low Sun­day (all the week-days of the oc­tave are marked in Al­bis in the Sa­cra­men­ta­ry of St. Gre­go­ry), for which the an­cient name was Do­mi­ni­ca in al­bis de­po­si­tis as in the Am­bro­si­an Mis­sal, or, short­ly, Do­mi­ni­ca in Al­bis, be­cause on this day the new­ly bap­tized first ap­peared with­out the chri­soms, or white robes, which they had worn ev­ery day since their bap­tism on East­er Eve.

John Ma­son Neale, Short Com­men­ta­ry on the Hymn­al Not­ed, 1853, part I, pag­es 26–27

Lyrics

The Lamb’s high ban­quet we await
In snow white robes of roy­al state;
And now, the Red Sea’s chan­nel past,
To Christ, our Prince, we sing at last.

Upon the al­tar of the cross
His bo­dy hath re­deemed our loss;
And tast­ing of His ro­se­ate blood
Our life is hid with Him in God.

That Pas­chal eve God’s arm was bared;
The de­vas­tat­ing an­gel spared:
By strength of hand our hosts went free
From Pha­raoh’s ruth­less ty­ran­ny.

Now Christ our Pas­chal Lamb is slain;
The Lamb of God that knows no stain;
The true obla­tion of­fered here,
Our own un­lea­vened bread sin­cere.

O Thou from whom hell’s mon­arch flies,
O great, O ve­ry sac­ri­fice,
Thy cap­tive peo­ple are set free,
And end­less life re­stored in Thee.

For Christ, aris­ing from the dead,
From con­quered hell vic­to­ri­ous sped;
He thrusts the ty­rant down to chains,
And pa­ra­dise for man re­gains.