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2 "It is finished!"-O what pleasure
Do these precious words afford;
Heavenly blessings, without measure,
Flow to us from Christ the Lord:
"It is finished!"
Saints, the dying words record.

3 Finished all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law;
Finished all that God had promised;

Hear the dying

Richard Redhead, 1870

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Death and hell no more shall awe: "It is finished!"

Saints, from hence your comfort draw.

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4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,

Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All in earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Emmanuel's Name:
Alleluia!

Glory to the bleeding Lamb.

Rev. Jonathan Evans, 1784

Thomas Hastings, 1830

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2 Our hearts be pure from evil,
That we may see aright
The Lord in rays eternal
Of resurrection-light;
And, listening to His accents,
May hear, so calm and plain,
His own "All hail!" and hearing,

May raise the victor-strain.

(See also ROTTERDAM, No. 46)

Henry Smart, 1836

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3 Now let the heavens be joyful,
Let earth her song begin;

Let the round world keep triumph,
And all that is therein;

Invisible and visible,

Their notes let all things blend, For Christ the Lord hath risen, Our Joy that hath no end.

John of Damascus (8th cent.). Trans. by Rev. John M. Neale, 1862: verse 1, line 1, alt.

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Christ hath burst His prison,
And from three days' sleep in death
As a sun hath risen;

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All the winter of our sins,

Long and dark, is flying
From His light, to whom we give
Laud and praise undying.

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3 Now the Queen of seasons, bright
With the day of splendor,
With the royal feast of feasts,
Comes its joy to render;

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Comes to glad Jerusalem,

Who with true affection.
Welcomes in unwearied strains
Jesus' resurrection.

Neither might the gates of death,
Nor the tomb's dark portal,
Nor the watchers, nor the seal,
Hold Thee as a mortal:
But to-day amidst the Twelve
Thou didst stand, bestowing
That Thy peace, which evermore
Passeth human knowing.

John of Damascus (8th cent.). Trans. by Rev. John M. Neale, 1859