The Paschal Lamb is offered here
In sacramental host profound,
A silent lamb, no softest sound,
No slaughter violent now appear.
Unblemished, pure, now wrapped in chains,
They lead him to another’s death.
Silent, not a whispered breath,
Not the deepest hush profanes.
Bruised and spat on, beat defiled,
Pierced full through with rusty rod,
Yet head bowed low, submission mild.
So sacrificed the Lamb of God.
Yet Lamb we in our stead did kill,
Remains for us on altar still.