“It Is Finished!” Yes, Indeed,
Finished, Every Jot;
Sinner, This Is All You Need,
Tell Me, Is It Not?
When He, From His Lofty Throne,
Stooped To Do And Die,
Everything Was Fully Done;
Hearken To His Cry!
“It Is Finished!” Yes, Indeed,
Finished, Every Jot;
Sinner, This Is All You Need,
Tell Me, Is It Not?
Weary, Working, Burdened One,
Wherefore Toil You So?
Cease Your Doing; All Was Done
Long, Long Ago.
“It Is Finished!” Yes, Indeed,
Finished, Every Jot;
Sinner, This Is All You Need,
Tell Me, Is It Not?
Till To Jesus’ Work You Cling
By A Simple Faith,
“Doing” Is A Deadly Thing
“Doing” Ends In Death.
“It Is Finished!” Yes, Indeed,
Finished, Every Jot;
Sinner, This Is All You Need,
Tell Me, Is It Not?
Cast Your Deadly “Doing” Down
Down At Jesus’ Feet;
Stand In Him, In Him Alone,
Gloriously Complete.
“It Is Finished!” Yes, Indeed,
Finished, Every Jot;
Sinner, This Is All You Need,
Tell Me, Is It Not?