It is fin­ished! Man of sor­rows!
From Thy cross our frail­ty bor­rows
Strength to bear and con­quer thus.

While ex­tend­ed there, we view Thee:
Mighty Suf­fer­er, draw us to Thee,
Sufferer vic­tor­ious!

Not in vain for us up­lift­ed:
Man of Sor­rows, won­der gift­ed
May that sac­red em­blem be.

Lifted high amid the ag­es:
Guide of he­roes, saints, and sag­es,
May it guide us still to Thee.

Still to Thee, whose love un­bound­ed
Sorrow’s depth’s for us has sound­ed,
Perfected by con­flicts sore.

Honored be Thy cross for­ev­er:
Star, that points our high en­dea­vor,
Whither Thou hast gone be­fore!