It is finished. John 19:30
Sons of God, triumphant rise,
Shout th’accomplished sacrifice!
Shout your sins in Christ forgiv’n,
Sons of God, and heirs of Heav’n!
Ye that round our altars throng,
Listening angels join the song:
Sing with us, ye heav’nly powers,
Pardon, grace, and glory ours!
Love’s mysterious work is done!
Greet we now th’accepted Son,
Healed and quickened by His blood,
Joined to Christ, and one with God.
Christ, of all our hopes the seal;
Peace divine in Christ we feel,
Pardon to our souls applied:
Dead for all, for me He died!
Sin shall tyrannize no more,
Purged its guilt, dissolved its power;
Jesus makes our hearts His throne,
There He lives, and reigns alone.
Grace our every thought controls,
Heav’n is opened in our souls,
Everlasting life is won,
Glory is on earth begun.
Christ in us; in Him we see
Fullness of the deity.
Beam of the eternal beam;
Life divine we taste in Him!
Him we only taste below;
Mightier joys ordained to know
Him when fully ours we prove,
Ours the Heav’n of perfect love!