2 T is finished!-all that heaven foretold
By prophets in the days of old;
And truths are opened to our view
That kings and prophets never knew.
3 'Tis finished!-Son of God, thy power
Hath triumphed in this awful hour;
And yet our eyes with sorrow sec
That life to us was death to thee.
'Tis finished!-let the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round;
"T is finished!-let the triumph rise,
And swell the chorus of the skies.
1 FROM Calvary a cry was heard---
A bitter and heart-rending cry;
My Saviour! every mournful word
Bespoke thy soul's deep agony.
2 A horror of great darkness fell
On thee, thou spotless, holy One!
And all the eager hosts of hell
Conspired to tempt God's only Son.
3 The scourge, the thorns, the deep disgrace
These thou could'st bear, nor once repine;
But when Jehovah vailed his face,
Unutterable pangs were thine.
4 Let the dumb world its silence break;
Let pealing anthems rend the sky;.
Awake, my sluggish soul, awake!
He died, that we might never die.
1 JESUS, whom angel hosts adore,
Became a man of griefs for me;
In love, though rich, becoming poor,
That I through him enriched might be.
2 Though Lord of all, above, below,
He went to Olivet for me:
There drank my cup of wrath and woe,
When bleeding in Gethsemane.
3 The ever-blesséd Son of God
Went up to Calvary for me;
There paid my debt, there bore my load,
In his own body on the tree.
4 Jesus, whose dwelling is the skies,
Went down into the grave for me;
There overcame my enemies,
There won the glorious victory.
5 'Tis finished all the vail is rent,
The welcome sure, the access free :-
Now then, we leave our banishment,
O Father, to return to thee!
1 WHEN I Survey the wondrous cross,
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
2 Forbid it, Lord! that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.
3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads o'er his body on the tree ;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
5 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
2 Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
3 Weil might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the great Creator, died
For man, the creature's sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'Tis all that I can do.
1 BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind,
Nailed to the shameful tree!
How vast the love that him inclined
To bleed and die for me!
2 Hark! how he groans, while nature shakes,
And earth's strong pillars bend!
The temple's vail asunder breaks,
The solid marbles reud.
3 'Tis finished! now the ransom 's paid,
"Receive my soul !" he cries:
See how he bows his sacred head
He bows his head and dies!
4 But soon he 'll break death's iron chain,
And in full glory shine;
O Lamb of God! was ever pain-
Was ever love like thine!
OH! if my soul were formed for woe,
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should like rivers flow
From both my streaming eyes.
? 'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree,
And groaned away a dying life
For thee, my soul! for thee.
3 Oh! how I hate these lusts of mine
That crucified my Lord;
Those sins that pierced and nailed his flesh
Fast to the fatal wood!
4 Yes, my Redeemer-they shall die;
My heart has so decreed;
Nor will I spare the guilty things
That made my Saviour bleed.
5 While with a melting, broken heart,
My murdered Lord I view,
I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murderers too.
1 I SAW One hanging on a tree,
In agony and blood;
Who fixed his languid eyes on me,
As near the cross I stood.
2 Sure, never, till my latest breath,
Can I forget that look:
It seemed to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.
3 Alas! I knew not what I did,
But now my tears are vain;
Where shall my trembling soul be hid,
For I the Lord have slain !
4 A second look he gave, that said,
"I freely all forgive:
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou may'st live."
5 Thus while his death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,
Such is the mystery of grace,
It seals my pardon too!
1 THOU, O my Jesus, thou didst me
Upon the cross embrace;
For me didst bear the nails and spear,
And manifold disgrace ;—
2 And griefs and torments numberless,
And sweat of agony,
Yea, death itself; and all for one
That was thine enemy.
3 Then, why, O blesséd Jesus Christ,
Should I not love thee well?
Not for the hope of winning heaven,
Nor of escaping hell;-
4 Not with the hope of gaining aught,
Not seeking a reward;
But as thyself hast loved me,
O ever-loving Lord!
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