1 "'Tis finish'd!" so the Saviour cried,
And meekly bow'd his head and died.
'Tis finished--yes, the race is run,
The battle fought, the vict'ry won.
2 'Tis finish'd!--all that heav'n decreed,
And all the ancient prophets said,
Is now fulfil'd, as was design'd,
In thee the Saviour of mankind.
3 'Tis finish'd!--Aaron now no more
Must stain his robes with purple gore.
The sacred veil is rent in twain,
And Jewish rites no more remain.
4 'Tis finish'd!--man is reconcil'd,
To God, and pow'rs of darkness spoil'd.
Peace, love, and happiness again
Return and dwell with sinful men.
5 'Tis finish'd!--let the joyful sound
Be heard thro' all the nations round:
'Tis finish'd!--let the echo fly
Thro' heav'n and hell, thro' earth and sky!
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First Line: | "'Tis finish'd!"—so the Saviour cried |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Christ: Sufferings and Death; Praise for Redemption |