3 'Tis finish'd-the Messiah dies
For sins, but not his own;
The great redemption is complete,
And Satan's power o'erthrown.
4 "Tis finish'd-all his groans are past;
His blood, his pain, and toils,
Have fully vanquish'd all our foes,
And crown'd him with their spoils.
5 'Tis finish'd-legal worship ends,
The shadows flee away;
While grace and truth resplendent shine To bless the gospel day.
HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins ;
And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
O there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away!
2 Dear dying Lamb! thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd, to sin no more.
4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save;
When this poor, lisping, stammering tongue, Lies silent in the grave.
6 Lord, I believe thou hast prepar'd
(Unworthy though I be)
For me a blood-bought free reward,
A golden harp for me!
7 'Tis strung and tun'd for endless years,
And form'd by power divine,
To sound in God the Father's ears,
No other name but thine.
1 MY dying Saviour and my God,
Fountain for guilt and sin,
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood,
And cleanse, and keep me clean.
2 Wash me, and make me thus thine own;
Wash me, and mine thou art:
Wash me, but not my feet alone,
My hands, my head, my heart.
3 The atonement of thy blood apply,
Till faith to sight improve;
Till hope in full fruition die,
And all my soul be love.
1 HARK! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary!
See-it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky!
'It is finished!'
Hear the dying Saviour cry.
2 It is finish'd!'-O what pleasure of softge
Do these precious words afford!
Heavenly blessings, without measure, asw
Flow to us from Christ the Lord.
'It is finish'd!'
Saints, the dying words record.
3 Finish'd, all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law!
Finish'd, all that God had promis'd;
Death and hell no more shall awe:
Saints, from hence your comfort draw.
4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs;
Join to sing the pleasing theme:
All on earth and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel's name !
Hallelujah!
Glory to the bleeding Lamb!
WHEN I read the contradiction,
Christ endured my soul to gain;
Gaze upon the crucifixion
Shall I of the cross complain? Let not, Lord, thy sore affliction Have been borne for me in vain!
2 Lo! upon the tree extended,
Jesus bows his dying head;
Bears the wrath of God offended,
Suffers in the sinner's stead.
Now thy days of woe are ended:
'Twas for thee, my soul, he bled!
3 After earth's deceitful pleasure
Never more my heart shall rove:
Farewell, every worldly treasure!
Now my treasure is above.
I shall drink, in plenteous measure,
From the fountain-head of love!
4 Praise, henceforth, and adoration
To the throne of grace I'll bring,
'Hail, O Israel's consolation!'
(Let each ransom'd sinner sing)
'Hail, thou God of our salvation!
Hail, O Prophet, Priest, and King,'
E dies! the Friend of sinners dies!
Lo, Salem's daughters weep around!
A solemn darkness veils the skies!
A sudden trembling shakes the ground!
Come, saints! and drop a tear or two
For Him who groan'd beneath your load;
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood!
2 Here's love and grief beyond degree!
The Lord of Glory dies for men!
But, lo! what sudden joys we see !
Jesus, the dead, revives again!
The rising God forsakes the tomb!"
Up to his Father's court he flies!
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies!
3 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliverer reigns!
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the monster Death in chains!
Say- Live for ever, wondrous King!
'Born to redeem, and strong to save!
Then ask the monster Where's thy sting"
And where's thy victory, boasting grave
SET the Lord before my face,
He bears my courage up:
My heart and tongue their joys express,
My flesh shall rest in hope.
2 My spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave
Where souls departed are;
Nor quit my body to the grave,
To see corruption there.
8Thou wilt reveal the path of life,
'And raise me to thy throne ;
Thy courts immortal pleasure give,
Thy presence joys unknown."
4 Thus, in the name of Christ the Lord,
The holy David sung;
And Providence fulfils the word
Of his prophetic tongue.
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