Nothing, either great or small,
Nothing, sinner, no!
Jesus died and paid it all,
Long, long ago.

Refrain
“It is finish’d!” Yes, indeed,
Finish’d ev’ry jot.
Sinner, this is all you need:
Tell me, is it not?

When He from His lofty throne
Stooped in love to die,
Ev’ry thing was fully done;
Hearken to His cry,

Weary, working, burdened one,
Wherefore toil you so?
Cease your doing, all was done
Long, long ago.

Till to Jesu’s work you cling
By a simple faith,
“Doing” is a deadly thing
“Doing” ends in death.

Cast your deadly “doing” down
Down at Jesu’s feet;
Stand “in Him” in Him alone,
Gloriously “complete!”