Behold the Savior

Verse 1

Behold the Saviour on the cross, a spectacle of woe! See from his agonizing wounds the blood incessant flow;

Verse 2

till death’s pale ensigns o’er his cheek and trembling lips were spread; till light forsook his closing eyes, and life his drooping head!

Verse 3

’Tis finish'd — was his latest voice; these sacred accents o’er, he bow'd his head, gave up the ghost, and suffered pain no more.

Verse 4

’Tis finish'd — The Messiah dies for sins, but not his own; the great redemption is complete, and Satan’s pow’r o’erthrown.

Verse 5

’Tis finish'd — All his groans are past; his blood, his pain, and toils, have fully vanquished our foes, and crown'd him with their spoils.

Verse 6

’Tis finish'd — Legal worship ends, and gospel ages run; all old things now are past away, and a new world begun.