1 What mighty Man, or mighty God,
comes travelling in State,
Along the Idumean Road,
away from Bozrah's Gate!
2 The Glory of his Robes proclaim
'tis some victorious King:
"'Tis I, the Just, th' almighty One,
"that your Salvation bring.
3 Why, mighty Lord, thy Saints enquire,
why thine Apparel red?
And all thy Vesture stain'd like those
who in the Wine-press tread?"
4 "I by my self have trod the Press,
"and crush'd my Foes alone,
"My Wrath has struck the Rebels dead,
"my Fury stamp'd them down.
5 "'Tis Edoms Blood that dies my Robes
"with joyful scarlet Stains;
"The Triumph that my Raiment wears
"sprung from their bleeding Veins.
6 "Thus shall the Nations be destroy'd
"that dare insult my Saints;
"I have an Arm t'avenge their Wrongs,
"an Ear for their Complaints."
A New Version of the Psalms of David: fitted to the Tunes used in Churches #HXL1 What mighty Man, or mighty God,
comes travelling in State,
Along the Idumean Road,
away from Bozrah's Gate!
2 The Glory of his Robes proclaim
'tis some victorious King:
"Tis I, the Just, th' almighty One,
"that your Salvation bring.
3 Why, mighty Lord, thy Saints enquire,
why thine Apparel red?
And all thy Vesture stain'd like those
who in the Wine-press tread?"
4 "I by my self have trod the Press,
"and crush'd my Foes alone;
"My Wrath has struck the Rebels dead,
"my Fury stamp'd them down.
5 "'Tis Edoms Blood that dyes my Robes
"with joyful Scarlet Stains,
"The Triumph that my Raiment wears
"sprung from their bleeding Veins.
6 "Thus shall the Nations be destroy'd
"that dare insult my Saints;
"I have an Arm t'avenge their Wrongs,
"an Ear for their Complaints."
Appendix, Containing a Number of Hymns Taken Chiefly from Dr. Watts's Scriptural Collection #XL1 What mighty Man, or mighty God,
comes travelling in State,
Along the Idumean Road,
away from Bozrah's Gate!
2 The Glory of his Robes proclaim
'tis some victorious King:
"'Tis I, the Just, th' almighty One,
"that your Salvation bring."
3 Why, mighty Lord, thy Saints enquire,
why thine Apparel red?
And all thy Vesture stain'd like those
who in the Wine-press tread?"
4 "I by my self have trod the Press,
"and crush'd my Foes alone;
"My Wrath has struck the Rebels dead,
"my Fury stamp'd them down.
5 "'Tis Edoms Blood that dyes my Robes
"with joyful Scarlet Stains;
"The Triumph that my Raiment wears
"sprung from their bleeding Veins.
6 "Thus shall the Nations be destroy'd
"that dare insult my Saints;
"I have an Arm t'avenge their Wrongs,
"an Ear for their Complaints."
Appendix, Containing a Number of Hymns, Taken Chiefly from Dr. Watts's Scripture Collection #XL1 What mighty man, or mighty God,
Comes travelling in state
Along the Idumean road,
Away from Bozrah's gate?
2 The glory of his robes proclaim
'Tis some victorious king:
"'Tis I, the Just, th' Almighty One,
"That your salvation bring."
3 Why, mighty Lord, thy saints inquire,
Why thine apparel's red?
And all thy vesture stain'd like those
Who in the wine-press tread?
4 "I by myself have trod the press,
"And crush'd my foes alone;
"My wrath has struck the rebels dead,
"My fury stamp'd them down.
5 "'Tis Edom's blood that dyes my robe
"With joyful scarlet stains;
"The triumph that my raiment wears
"Sprung from their bleeding veins.
6 "Thus shall the nations be destroy'd
"That dare insult my saints:
"I have an arm t' avenge their wrongs,
"An ear for their complaints."
Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books: I. collected from the scriptures, II. composed on divine subjects, III. prepared for the Lord's Supper #I.XXVIIIWhat 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."
Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #I.28What mighty Man, or mighty God,
Comes traveling in State,
Along the Idumean Road,
Away from Bozrah's Gate!
2 The Glory of his Robes proclaim
'Tis some victorious King:
"'Tis I, the Just, th' Almighty One,
That your Salvation bring."
3 Why, mighty Lord, thy saints inquire,
Why thine Apparel's red?
And all thy Vesture stain'd like those
Who in the Wine-press tread?"
4 I by my self have trod the Press,
"And crush'd my Foes alone;
"My Wrath has struck the Rebels dead,
"My Fury stamp'd them down.
5 "'Tis Edoms Blood that dyes my Robes
"With joyful Scarlet Stains;
"The Triumph that my Raiment wears
"Sprung from their bleeding Veins.
6 "Thus shall the Nations be destroy'd
"That dare insult my Saints;
"I have an arm t'avenge their Wrongs,
"An ear for their Complaints."
The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns: collected from various authors, designed for the worship of God, and for the edification of Christians (1st Ed.) #CCCIXWhat 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."
The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #5011 What mighty Man, or mighty God,
Comes travelling in State,
Along the Idumean Road,
away from Bozrah's Gate.
2 The Glory of his Robes proclaim
'Tis some victorious King:
"'Tis I, the Just, th' almighty One,
"That your Salvation bring."
3 Why, mighty Lord, thy Saints enquire,
Why thine Apparel red?
And all thy Vesture stain'd like those,
Who in the Wine-press tread?
4 "I by myself have trod the Press,
"And crush'd my Foes alone;
"My Wrath has struck the Rebels dead,
"My Fury stamp'd them down.
5 "'Tis Edom's Blood that dyes my Robes
"With joyful Scarlet Stains;
"The Triumph that my Raiment wears,
"Sprung from their bleeding Veins.
6 "Thus shall the Nations be destroy'd,
"That dare insult my Saints;
"I have an Arm t' avenge their Wrongs,
"An Ear for their Complaints."
The Psalms of David: imitated in the language of the New Testament, and applied to the Christian state and worship (27th ed.) #I.XXVIII