Who Is This That Comes From Edom? (Wordsworth)

Who is this that comes from Ed­om?

Clad in robes with car­nage stained;

Bringing vic­to­ry and free­dom

By His mar­tial prow­ess gained?

’Tis the Cap­tain of sal­va­tion

Who is con­quer­ing in the fight

Rescuing a lost cre­ation

By His un­as­sist­ed might.

Lord

the course Thou art pur­su­ing

Is a course of glo­ri­ous gain;

But the work which Thou art do­ing

Is a work of bit­ter pain;

In a Pas­sion-tide be­gin­ning

It will lead to bright re­nown;

By it Thou a way art win­ning

To an ev­er­last­ing crown.

Through Thy cloud of shame and sor­row

Bright gleams of light ap­pear;

Whence we hope and com­fort bor­row

In our griefs and strug­gles here;

Thou dost con­quer death by dy­ing;

By Thy death we ev­er live;

And to us in dark­ness ly­ing

Thou dost end­less glo­ry give.

Cruel hands of sin­ners bound Thee

Thou a sin­ful world hast freed;

They with thorns in mock­ery crowned Thee

Placing in Thy hand a reed;

Now a star­ry crown Thou wear­est

Heav’nly King

al­migh­ty Lord;

Scepter of the world Thou bear­est

And by an­gels art ad­ored.

Glory be to God the Fa­ther

Who has giv’n His on­ly Son;

And in Christ did all men ga­ther

To Himself

and make them one;

And to Him

who by His mer­it

Gained for us the vic­to­ry

And to God the Ho­ly Spir­it

Glory

end­less glo­ry

be.