Lately, I've found myself whistling "It is Finished"by the Bifrost Arts.
Great tune, greater lyrics.
Great tune, greater lyrics.
When God's own begotten Son
heav'd His final sigh;
everything was fully done,
hearken to His cry
It is finished, finished!
What more could He ever do?
Nothing either great or small,
nothing can you claim;
Jesus died and paid it all;
only plead His name.
It is finished, finished!
What more could we ever do?
Lay your deadly 'doing' down,
down at Jesus' feet;
Him and Him alone,
gloriously complete.
It is finished, finished!
What more could we ever do?
There the robber! There the thief!
Gathered around they stand,
reaping now that bless-ed promise
nailed in to His hands:
It is finished, finished!
What more could He ever do?
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