Mighty to Save

Verse 1

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."

Chorus

Mighty to save, Mighty to save, Mighty to save; Lord, I trust thy wondrous love, Mighty to save.

Verse 2

O why is thine apparel With reeking gore all dyed, Like them that tread the winepress red? O why this bloody tide? I the wine-press trod alone, "Neath dark'ning skies; Of the people there was none Mighty to save."

Verse 3

O bleeding Lamb, my Saviour! How could'st thou bear this shame? "With mercy fraught, mine own arm brought Salvation in my name; I the bloody fight have won, Conquer'd the grave, Now the year of joy has come, Mighty to save."