Hark! the voice of love and mer­cy
Sounds aloud from Cal­va­ry;
See, it rends the rocks asun­der,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky:
It is fin­ished! It is fin­ished!
It is fin­ished!
Hear the dying Sav­ior cry;
Hear the dy­ing Sav­ior cry.

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

Finished all the types and sha­dows
Of the ce­re­mo­ni­al law;
Finished all that God had pro­mised;
Death and hell no more shall awe:
It is fin­ished! It is fin­ished!
It is fin­ished!
Saints, from hence your com­fort draw;
Saints, from hence your com­fort draw.

Tune your harps anew, ye se­raphs,
Join to sing the glo­ri­ous theme;
All in earth, and all in Hea­ven,
Join to praise Em­ma­nu­el’s name;
Alleluia! Al­le­lu­ia!
Alleluia! Glory to the bleed­ing Lamb!
Glory to the bleed­ing Lamb!