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Hymn 28

 The triumph of Christ over the enemies of his church.
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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