1 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.

2 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.

3 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.

4 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.

5 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.