"Tis finished!" so the Saviour cried,
And meekly bowed his head and died.
"Tis finished! yes, the work is done,
The battle fought, the vict'ry won.
'Tis finished! this that heav'n foretold
By prophets in the days of old;
And truths are opened to our view,
That holy prophets never knew.
'Tis finished! Son of God, thy pow'r
Hath triumphed in the awful hour;
Thy life for ours the ransom paid,
And free from death shall we be made.
'Tis finished! let the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round;
'Tis finished! let the triumph rise
And swell the chorus of the skies!