Part of the LXIII Chapter of ISAIAH, Altered from Mr. Norris

No common Vision this I see In more than human Majesty! Who is this mighty Hero, who, With glorious Terror on his Brow? His deep dy'd Crimson Robes outvie The Blushes of the Morning Sky: Lo, how triumphant he appears And Vict'ry in his Visage bears!

How strong, how stately does he go! Pompous and solemn is his Pace, And full of Majesty his Face, Who is this mighty Hero, who? 'Tis I, who to my Promise stand: I, who sin, Death, Hell, and the Grave Have foil'd with this all-conquering Hand: 'Tis I, the LORD mighty to save.

Why wear'st Thou then this Crimson Dye; Say Thou all-conquering Hero, why? Why do thy Garments look all red Like them that in the Wine fat tread? The Wine-press I alone have trod, That pond'rous Mass I ply'd alone: And with me to assist was none: A Task, worthy the Son of GOD!

Angels stood trembling at the Sight, Inrag'd, I put forth all my Might, And down the Engine prest; the Force Put frighted Nature out of Course; The Blood gush'd out, and checquer'd o'er My Garments with its deepest Gore. With glorious Stains bedeck'd I stood, And writ my Victory in Blood.

The Day, the signal Day is come Vengeance of all my Foes to take; The Day, when Death shall have its Doom, And the dark Kingdom's Pow'rs shall shake. I look'd, who to assist stood by: Trembled Heav'n's Hosts nor ventur'd nigh: Ev'n to my Father did I look In Pain: My Father me forsook!

A while amaz'd I was to see None to uphold or comfort me: Then I arose in Might array'd, And call'd my Fury to my Aid; My single Arm the Battle won, And strait th' acclaiming Hosts above Hymn'd, in new Songs of Joy and Love, Jehovah and his conquering Son.