Salvation, It Is Finished

1 'Tis finish'd the Redeemer said,
And meekly bow'd his dying head;
Whilst we this sentence scan,
Come sinners, and observe the word.
Behold the conquests of our Lord,
Complete for helpless man.

2 Finish'd the righteousness of grace,
Finish'd for sinners pard'ning peace;
Their mighty debt is paid:
Accusing law cancell'd by blood,
And wrath of an offended God,
In sweet oblivion laid.

3 Who now shall urge a second claim?
The law no longer can condemn,
Faith a release can shew;
Justice itself a friend appears,
The prison house a whisper hears,
Loose him, and let him go.

4 O unbelief! injurious bar!
Source of tormenting, fruitless fear,
Why dost thou yet reply?
Where'er thy loud objections fall,
Tis finish'd, still may answer all,
And silence ev'ry cry.

5 His toil, divinely finish'd stands,
But, ah! the praise his word demands;
Careful may we attend1
Conclusion to our souls be this,
Because salvation finish'd is,
Our thanks shall never end.

Source: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs: selected and original, designed for the use of the Church Universal in public and private devotion #CCLXI