Who is this with garments gory, Triumphing from Bozrah???s way; This that weareth robes of glory, Bright with more than victory???s ray? Who is this unwearied comer From his journey???s sultry length, Traveling through Idum?????s summer In the greatness of his strength? Wherefore red in thine apparel Like the conquerors of the 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.??? ???I, that of the raging heathen Trod the winepress all alone, Now in victor garlands wreathen Coming to redeem Mine own: I am He with sprinkled raiment, Glorious for My vengeance hour, Ransoming, with priceless payment, And delivering with power.??? Hail! All hail! Thou Lord of Glory! Thee, our Father, Thee we own; Abraham 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!