Tis finished all: our souls to win
His life the blessed Saviour gave;
Then rising, left His people’s sin
Behind Him in His open grave.
His life the blessed Saviour gave;
Then rising, left His people’s sin
Behind Him in His open grave.
Past suff’ring now, the tender heart,
Of Jesus, on His Father’s throne,
Still in our sorrow bears a part,
And feels it as He felt His own.
Sweet thought! We have a Friend above,
Our weary, faltering steps to guide,
Who follows with the eye of love
The little flock for which He died.
Lord Jesus, teach us more
and more On Thee alone to cast our care;
And gazing on Thy Cross, adore
The wondrous grace that brought Thee there.