1 'Tis finish'd— so the Saviour creid,
And meekly bow'd his head and died;
'Tis finished— yes, the race is run,
The battle fought, the vict'ry won.

2 'Tis finish'd!— all that heav'n decreed,
And all the ancient prophets said,
Is now fulfilled, as long design'd,
In thee the Saviour of mankind.

3 'Tis finish'd!— 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 finish'd!— man is reconcil'd,
To God, and pow'rs of darkness spoil'd.
Peace, love, and happiness again
Return and dwell with sinful men.

5 'Tis finish'd!— let the joyful sound
Be heard thro' all the nations round.
'Tis finish'd!— let the echo fly
Thro' heav'n and hell, thro' earth and sky!