1 'Tis finish'd, 'tis done! the spirit is fled,
Our brother is gone, the christian is dead;
The Christian is living in Jesus's love,
And gladly receiving a kingdom above.

2 All honor and praise are Jesus's due;
Supported by grace, he fought his way thro',
Triumphantly glorious, thro' Jesus's zeal,
And more than victorious o'er sin, death, and hell.

3 Then let us record the conquering name,
Our captain and Lord, with shoutings proclaim:
Who trust in his passion, and follow their head,
To certain salvation shall surely be led.

4 O Jesus, lead on thy militant care,
And give us the crown of righteousness there
Where dazzled with glory, the seraphim gaze,
Or prostrate adore thee in silence or praise.

5 Within us display thy love, when we die,
And bear us away, to mansions on high:
The kingdom be given, of glory divine,
And crown us in heaven eternally thine.