Who is this with
garments gory,
Triumphing from Bozrah’s
way;
This that weareth robes
of glory,
Bright with more than
victory’s ray?
Who is this unwearied
comer
From his journey’s
sultry length,
Traveling through
Idumč’s summer
In the greatness of his
strength?
Wherefore
red in thine apparel
Like the conquerors of
the earth,
And arrayed like those
who carol
O’er the reeking
vineyard’s mirth?
Who art thou, the
valleys seeking
Where our peaceful
harvests wave?
“I, in righteous anger
speaking,
I, the mighty One to
save.”
“I, that of the
raging heathen
Trod the winepress all
alone,
Now in victor garlands
wreathen
Coming to redeem Mine
own:
I am He with sprinkled
raiment,
Glorious for My
vengeance hour,
Ransoming, with
priceless payment,
And delivering with
power.”
Hail! All hail! Thou
Lord of Glory!
Thee, our Father, Thee
we own;
Abraham heard not of our
story,
Israel ne’er our Name
hath known.
But, Redeemer, Thou hast
sought us,
Thou hast heard Thy
children’s wail,
Thou with Thy dear blood
hast bought us:
Hail! Thou mighty
Victor, hail!
