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4 Lord, in ceaseless contemplation
Fix my thankful heart on thee,
Till I taste thy full salvation

And thine unveil'd glory see.

He said, It is finished: and he bowed his head, [L. M. and gave up the ghost."

'TIS finished; so the Saviour cried,

And meekly bow'd his head and died:
'Tis finish'd: yes, the work is done,
The battle fought, the victory won.

2 'Tis finished: all that heaven decreed,
And all the ancient prophets said,
Is now fulfill'd, as long designed,

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In me, the Saviour of mankind.

"Tis finished: Aaron now no more

Must stain his robes with purple gore:

The sacred veil is rent in twain,

And Jewish rites no more remain.

4 'Tis finished: this my dying groan
Shall sins of every kind atone:
Millions shall be redeem'd from death,
By this, my last expiring breath.

5 'Tis finished: heaven is reconciled,
And all the powers of darkness spoiled:
Peace, love, and happiness, again.
Return and dwell with sinful men.

6 'Tis finished: let the joyful sound

Be heard through all the nations round:

"Tis finished: let the echo fly

Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky.

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“Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the [SIX 75. wormwood and the gall."

O to dark Gethsemane,

Ye that feel the tempter's power,

Your Redeemer's conflict see,

Watch with him one bitter hour;
Turn not from his griefs away,
Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.

2 Follow to the judgment-hall;
View the Lord of life arraign'd;
O the wormwood and the gail!

O the pangs his soul sustain'd!
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of him to bear the cross.

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb;
There, adoring at his feet,
Mark the miracle of time,

God's own sacrifice complete;
"It is finish'd!" hear him cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

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"Who loved me and gave himself for me."

SACRED Head, now wounded,
With grief and shame bowed down,

Now scornfully surrounded

With thorns, thine only crown.

O sacred Head, what glory,

What bliss till now was thine!
Yet, though despised and gory,
I joy to call thee mine.

2 What thou, my Lord, hast suffered,
Was all for sinners' gain:

Mine, mine was the transgression,

But thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Saviour:
'Tis I deserve thy place;
Look on me with thy favour,
Vouchsafe to me thy grace.

3 The joy can ne'er be spoken,
Above all joys beside,

When in thy body broken
I thus with safety hide.
Lord of my life, desiring
Thy glory now to see,
Beside thy cross expiring,

I'd breathe my soul to thee.

4 What language shall I borrow

To thank thee, dearest friend,
For this thy dying sorrow,

Thy pity without end?

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O make me thine for ever;

And should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
Outlive my love for thee.

5 Be near me when I'm dying,
O show thy cross to me:
And to my succour flying,
Come, Lord, and set me free.
These eyes, new faith receiving,
From Jesus shall not move;
For he, who dies believing,
Dies safely through thy love.

"It is finished."

HARK! the voice of love and mercy

Sounds aloud from Calvary;

See, it rends the rocks asunder,

Shakes the earth, and veils the sky!
"It is finished!"

Hear the dying Saviour cry.

2 "It is finished!" O what pleasure
Do the precious words afford!
Heavenly blessings, without measure,
Flow to us from Christ the Lord.
"It is finished!"

Saints the dying words record.

3 Finished all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law;

Finish'd all that God had promised:

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Death and hell no more shall awe:
"It is finished!"

Saints from hence your comfort draw.

4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs;
Strike them to Emmanuel's name;
All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join the triumph to proclaim.
Hallelujah!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

"They crucified him."

COME and mourn with me awhile;
O come ye to the Saviour's side;
O come, together let us mourn;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.

2 Have we no tears to shed for him,

While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?
Ah! look how patiently he hangs;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.

3 Seven times he spake, seven words of love;
And all three hours his silence cried
For mercy on the souls of men;
Jesus, our Lord, is crucified.

4 A broken heart, a fount of tears,

Ask, and they will not be denied;
Lord Jesu, may we love and weep,
Since thou for us art crucified.

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