Tis finished all: our souls to win

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.

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.