HYMN IN HOLY WEEK.

1.

Who is this, with garments gory,

Triumphing from Bozrah’s way;

This, that weareth robes of glory,

Bright, with more than vict’ry’s ray;

Who is this unwearied comer,

From his journey’s sultry length,

Travelling through Idume’s summer,

In the greatness of his strength!

2.

Wherefore red in thine apparel,

Like the conquerors of Earth,

And arrayed like those who carol

O’er the reeking vineyard’s mirth;

Who art thou, the valleys seeking,

Where our peaceful harvests wave!

I—in righteous anger speaking,

I—the mighty One to save.

3.

I, that of the raging heathen

Trod the wine-press all alone,

Now in victor-garlands wreathen,

Coming to redeem my own:

I am He with sprinkled raiment

Glorious for my vengeance hour,

Ransoming with priceless payment,

And delivering with power.

4.

Hail, all hail thou Lord of Glory!

Thee our Father, thee we own!

Abram heard not of our story,

Israel ne’er our name hath known;

But, Redeemer, thou hast sought us,

Thou hast heard thy children’s wail,

Thou with thy dear blood, hast bought us,

Hail, thou mighty Victor, hail!