O who is this that cometh

O who is this that comethFrom 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."

O why is thine apparelWith reeking gore all dyed,Like them that tread the wine-press red?O why this bloody tide?"I the wine-press trod alone,'Neath dark'ning skies;Of the people there was noneMighty to save."

O bleeding Lamb, my Saviour!How could'st thou bear this shame?"With mercy fraught, mine own arm broughtSalvation in my name;I the bloody fight have won,Conquer'd the grave,Now the year of joy has come,—Mighty to save."