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.