Who Is This That Comes from Edom? (Macduff)

Who is that comes from Ed­om

With His gar­ments dyed in blood?

It is He who bought our free­dom

Bearing sin’s ac­curs­èd load;

Mighty Sav­ior!

Who alone the wine press trod.

Nothing to Thy foot­stool bring­ing

But unwor­thi­ness and guilt

Solely to Thy mer­its cling­ing

All my hopes on Thee are built;

Blessèd Je­sus!

Thou canst save me if Thou wilt!

Who is this that comes from Ed­om?

But ’tis not as once He came;

Trembling thou­sands now must meet Him

On His car of cloud and flame;

Guilty sin­ners!

Who on earth des­pised His name.

Ne’er may I be of the num­ber

Who shall thus His throne sur­round

Startled from a guil­ty slum­ber

By the final trum­pet sound;

Seeking shel­ter

Where no shel­ter can be found!

Oh

Thou Migh­ty One of Ed­om

Who the wine press trodd’st alone

Let me tri­umph in Thy free­dom

Which Thy bleed­ing love has won;

Then I’ll meet Thee

Fearless

on Thy judg­ment throne!