Scripture Verse

Who is this that comes from Edom, with dyed garments from Bozrah? This One who is glorious in His apparel, traveling in the greatness of His strength? I that speak in righteousness, mighty to save…I have trodden the winepress alone. Isaiah 63:1,3


John B. Dykes (1823–1876)

Words: Chris­to­pher Words­worth, The Ho­ly Year (Lon­don: Riv­ing­tons, 1862), num­ber 39. Christ’s Suf­fer­ings lead­ing to Glo­ry.

Music: Sanc­tu­ary (Dykes) John B. Dykes, in the Ang­li­can Hymn Book, 1871 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

Christopher Wordsworth (1807–1885)
National Portrait Gallery



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.