1 He has finished His work, and His journey is over,
The war is accomplished, the triumph begun;
He laid down His armor beside the cold river,
And brilliant with stars is the crown he has won.

2 He has finished His work, and His spirit rejoicing,
The voice of the King, in His beauty has heard,
In accents of music “Well done, faithful servant,”
Now enter thou into the joy of thy Lord.

3 He has finished His work; shall we mourn our belov’d one?
Or weep that His face we no longer behold?
Oh! sweet is our hope, in this moment of anguish,
We’ll meet Him again in the City of Gold.