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 Idum�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!