“It Is Finished.”
1 It is finished! glorious word
From thy lips, our suffering Lord!
Words of high, triumphant might,
Ere thy spirit takes its flight.
It is finished! all is o’er;
Pain and scorn oppress no more.
2 Now, no more foreboding dread
Shades the path thy feet must tread;
No more fear, lest in thine hour