|Who is this that comes from Edom,|
All His raiment stained with blood;
To the slave proclaiming freedom;
Bringing and bestowing good;
Glorious in the garb He wears,
Glorious in the spoil He bears?
'Tis the Saviour, now victorious,
Travelling onward in His might;
'Tis the Saviour, Oh! how glorious
To His people is the sight!
Jesus now is strong to save,
Mighty to redeem the slave.
Why that blood His raiment staining
'Tis the blood of many slain:
Of His foes there's none remaining,
None the contest to maintain:
Fallen they are no more to rise,
All their glory prostrate lies.
Mighty Victor, reign for ever;
Wear the crown so dearly won;
Never shall Thy people, never
Cease to sing what Thou hast done.
Thou hast fought Thy people's foes;
Thou hast healed Thy people's woes.