Verse 1
’Tis finish’d, ’tis past,
His conflict below,
The sharpest and last
He ever shall know!
The fiery temptation
Hath spent all its fires,
The heir of salvation
With triumph expires.

Verse 2
The buffetting fiend
Who push’d him so sore,
And bruis’d to the end
Shall bruise him no more:
He trod on his bruiser
And more than subdu’d
Our hellish accuser
Thro’ Jesus’s blood.

Verse 3
Deprest by the cross
He mounted the higher,
He left all his dross
And tin in the fire:
He brought by his mourning
The Comforter down,
And Jesus returning
Presented the crown.

Verse 4
All praise to the Lord,
All praise is his due:
His merciful word
Is tried, and found true:
Who his dereliction
On Calvary bear,
And share his affliction
His kingdom shall share.

Verse 5
O Saviour, to thee
Our souls we commend,
If nail’d to the tree
We bleed to the end;
We bear the full anguish,
The uttermost load;
But give us to languish,
And suffer like God.

Verse 6
Remember us then,
And answer our call,
When turning with pain
Our face to the wall;
In trouble stand by us,
Till all is o’erpast,
And chasten, and try us,
But save us at last.