‘Tis finished all- our souls to win,
His life the blessed Jesus gave;
Then rising, left His people’s sin
Behind Him in His opening grave.

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.

Sweet thought! we have a Friend above,
Our weary, faltering steps to guide,
Who follows with the eye of love
the little flock for whom He died.

O 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.