Oh, who is this that cometh

Oh, who is this that cometh
From Edom's crimson plain,
With wounded side, with garments dyed?
Oh, tell me now Thy name,
“I that saw thy soul's distress,
A ransom gave;
I that speak in righteousness,
Mighty to save! "

Oh, why is Thine apparel red?
So very deeply dyed? —
Like them that tread the wine-press
Oh, why this crimson tide?
“I the wine-press trod alone,
'Neath darkening skies;
Of the people there was none
Mighty to save! "

O bleeding Lamb, my Saviour,
How couldst Thou bear this shame?
With mercy fraught, Thine arm hath brought
Salvation in Thy name!
“I the victory have won,
Conquered the grave:
Now the year of joy has come —
Mighty to save! "