1 "'Tis finish'd," the Redeemer said,
And meekly bow'd his dying Head,
Whilst we this Sentence scan,
Come, Sinners, and observe the Word.
Behold the conquests of the Lord,
Compleat for helpless Man.
2 Finish'd the Righteousness of Grace,
Finish'd for Sinners pard'ning Peace;
Their mighty Debt is paid:
Accusing Law cancell'd by Blood,
And Wrath of an offended God
In sweet Oblivion laid.
3 Who now shall urge a second Claim?
The Law no longer can condemn,
Faith a Release can shew;
Justice itself a Friend appears,
The Prison House a whisper hears,
"Loose him, and let him go."
4 O Unbelief, injurious Bar!
Source of tormenting, fruitless Fear,
Why dost thou yet reply?
Where'er thy loud Objections fall,
"'Tis finish'd" still may answer all,
And silence ev'ry Cry.
5 His Toil divinely finish'd stands,
But ah! the Praise his Work demands,
Careful may we attend!
Conclusion to our Souls be this,
Because Salvation finish'd is,
Our Thanks shall never End.
Source: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns: collected from various authors, designed for the worship of God, and for the edification of Christians (1st Ed.) #CCLXXV