1 Who is this that comes from Edom,
All His raiment stained with blood,
To the captive speaking freedom,
Bringing and bestowing good;
Glorious in the garb He wears,
Glorious in the spoil He bears?
2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious,
Travelling onward in His might;
'Tis the Saviour, oh how glorious,
To His people is the sight!
Satan conquered, and the grave;
Jesus now is strong to save,
3 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.
4 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 wilt heal Thy people's woes.
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First Line: | Who is this that comes from Edom |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
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Topic: | God the Son: Passion |