1 'TIS finished all --- our souls to win
His life the blessed Jesus gave,
And having borne our guilt and sin,
He rose triumphant from the grave.
2 Past suffering 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.
3 Sweet thought! we have a Friend above
Our feeble faltering steps to guide,
Who follows with the eye of love
The little flock for which He died.
4 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.
