Tis finished! O Almighty Love

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.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “For Myself.” This hymn appears in the manuscript “Charles Wesley On His Own Death.” This manuscript is held by The John Rylands Library, The University of Manchester. Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School.
Publishing: Public Domain