Verse 1
’Tis finished! O Almighty Love,
Accept our everlasting praise!
Our friend is safe arrived above,
Hath hardly won the doubtful race;
But all his toils at last are o’re,
And sorrow’s Son shall weep no more.
Verse 2
He is, he is at last possest
Of that for which so long he pin’d;
The happy soul hath found its Rest,
Left all its Tears and Griefs behind,
Weather’d the Storm, escaped the wave,
And dropp’d his Burden in the Grave.