'Tis finish'd--this my dying groan
Shall sins of ev'ry land atone,
Millions shall be redeem'd from death,
By this my last expiring breath.
'Tis finish'd--heav'n is reconcil'd,
And all the pow'rs of darkness spoild;
Peace, love, and happiness again
Return, and dwell with sinful men.
'Tis finishd--let the joyful sound
Be heard thro' all the nations round: