Words: , in Win­dows of Hea­ven, by H. M. Whar­ton & I. S. Field (Bal­ti­more, Ma­ry­land: Na­tion­al Evan­gel­i­za­tion So­ci­e­ty, 1895), num­ber 19.

Music: .

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O who is this that cometh
From 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.”


Mighty to save, mighty to save,
Mighty to save, Lord I trust Thy wondrous love,
Mighty to save.

O why is Thine apparel
With reeking gore all dyed,
Like them that tread the wine-press red?
O why this bloody tide?
“I the wine-press trod alone,
’Neath darkening skies;
Of the people there was none
Mighty to save.”


O, bleeding Lamb, my Savior,
How couldst Thou bear this shame?
“With mercy fraught, Mine own arm brought
Salvation in My Name:
I the bloody fight have won,
Conquered the grave;
Now the year of joy has come,
Mighty to save.”