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Jun 24, 2018
Passage: Revelation 19:11-16

Mighty To Save

…I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war. His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns; and he had a name written, that no man knew, but he himself. And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood: and his name is called The Word of God. And the armies which were in heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean. And out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword, that with it he should smite the nations: and he shall rule them with a rod of iron: and he treadeth the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God. And he hath on his vesture and on his thigh a name written,

(REVELATION 19:11-16)

Wonderful Warrior! Matchless in might!

Leader of heaven’s own armies of light!

Center and joy of yon grand array!

Crowned in the pomp of eternal day.

Well dost Thou bear on thy Kingly thigh

Titles of honour Supreme and High.

Well are those named the Faithful and True;

Glorious in Judgment and Mercy too.

Why, as those crowns encircle Thy head,

Why is Thy vesture with blood-drops red?

How didst Thou gather [my sure hope’s] stain?

Was it from foes in the conflict slain?

No! ’Twas Thine own! From Thy wounded side

Flowed, in rich mercy, the crimson tide.

Listen, poor sinner, [now] saved [that was] lost,—

That was the price which thy pardon cost.

Look on the face which for thee was marred;

Look on the nail-prints thy sins have scarred;

Gaze till the tears of repentance flow;

Mourn that thy hand should have pierced Him so.

O! ’Tis a sight which my sad heart cheers,

Stilling the storm of foreboding fears!

O! Was there ever, Saviour divine! 

Sorrow and love so wondrous as thine?


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