Mighty To Save Mighty To Save

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.”

Mighty To Save, Mighty To Save,

Mighty To Save, Lord I Trust Thy Wondrous Love,

Mighty To Save.

O Why Is Thine Apparel

With Reeking Gore All Dyed,

Like Them That Tread The Wine-Press Red?

O Why This Bloody Tide?

“I The Wine-Press Trod Alone,

‘Neath Darkening Skies;

Of The People There Was None

Mighty To Save.”

O, Bleeding Lamb, My Savior,

How Couldst Thou Bear This Shame?

“With Mercy Fraught, Mine Own Arm Brought

Salvation In My Name:

I The Bloody Fight Have Won,

Conquered The Grave;

Now The Year Of Joy Has Come,

Mighty To Save.”