Who Is This, with Garments Gory?

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 Idu­mè’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!