Mighty to Save (Todd)

O who is this that com­eth

From Edom’s crim­son plain

With wound­ed side

With gar­ments dyed?

O tell me now thy name.

I that saw thy soul’s dis­tress

A ran­som gave;

I

that speak in right­eous­ness

Mighty to save.

Mighty to save

mig­hty to save

Mighty to save

Lord

I trust Thy won­drous love

Mighty to save.

O why is Thine ap­par­el

With reek­ing gore all dyed

Like them that tread

The wine-press red?

O why this bloody tide?

I the wine-press trod alone

’Neath dark­en­ing skies;

Of the peo­ple there was none

Mighty to save.

O

bleed­ing Lamb

my Sav­ior

How couldst Thou bear this shame?

With mercy fraught

Mine own arm brought

Salvation in My name:

I the bloody fight have won

Conquered the grave;

Now the year of joy has come

Mighty to save.