The triumph of Christ over the enemies of his church. <br /> <br />Isa. 63:1-3, etc. <br /> <br />What mighty man, or mighty God, <br />Comes travelling in state, <br />Along the Idumean road, <br />Away from Bozrah's gate? <br /> <br />The glory of his robes proclaim <br />'Tis some victorious king: <br />"'Tis I, the Just, th' Almighty One, <br />That your salvation bring." <br /> <br />"Why, mighty Lord," thy saints inquire, <br />"Why thine apparel's red? <br />And all thy vesture stained like those <br />Who in the wine-press tread?" <br /> <br />"I by myself have trod the press, <br />And crushed my foes alone; <br />My wrath has struck the rebels dead, <br />My fury stamped them down. <br /> <br />"'Tis Edom's blood that dyes my robes <br />With joyful scarlet stains; <br />The triumph that my raiment wears <br />Sprung from their bleeding veins. <br /> <br />"Thus shall the nations be destroyed <br />That dare insult my saints; <br />I have an arm t' avenge their wrongs, <br />An ear for their complaints."<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-28-2/
