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Isaac Watts - Hymn 28
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The triumph of Christ over the enemies of his church.

Isa. 63:1-3, etc. 

What mighty man, or mighty God,
Comes travelling in state,
Along the Idumean road,
Away from Bozrah`s gate?

The glory of his robes proclaim
`Tis some victorious king:
"`Tis I, the Just, th` Almighty One,
That your salvation bring."

"Why, mighty Lord," thy saints inquire,
"Why thine apparel`s red?
And all thy vesture stained like those
Who in the wine-press tread?"

"I by myself have trod the press,
And crushed my foes alone;
My wrath has struck the rebels dead,
My fury stamped them down.

"`Tis Edom`s blood that dyes my robes
With joyful scarlet stains;
The triumph that my raiment wears
Sprung from their bleeding veins.

"Thus shall the nations be destroyed
That dare insult my saints;
I have an arm t` avenge their wrongs,
An ear for their complaints."
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