'Tis finished, the Redeemer cries

1 'Tis finish'd, the Redeemer cries,
Then lowly bows his fainting head;
And soon th' expiring sacrifice
Sinks, to the regions of the dead.

2 'Tis done - the mighty work is done!
For men and angels much too great;
Which none, but God's eternal Son,
Or would attempt, or could complete.

3 'Tis done — old things are past away,
And a new state of things begun;
A kingdom which shall ne'er dceay,
But shall out-last the circling sun.

4 A new account of time begins,
Now our dear Lord resumes his breath,
Charg'd with our sorrows and our sins,
Our lives to ransom by his death.

5 Once he was dead, but now he reigns
He lies, he lives, he lives gain;
Let's tell our joys in pious strains,
And spread the glory of his name.


Source: The Psalms of David: with hymns and spiritual songs: also, the catechism, confession of faith, and liturgy of the Reformed Church in the Netherlands #H17