"It is finished!"

Nothing, either great or small --
nothing; sinner, no!
Jesus died and paid it all,
long, long ago.

When He, from His lofty throne,
stooped in love to die,
Everything was fully done;
hearken to His cry.

Weary, working, burdened one,
wherefore toil you so?
Cease your doing,
all was done long, long ago.

Till to Jesus' work you cling
by a simple faith,
"Doing" is a deadly thing;
"doing" ends in death.

Cast your deadly "doing" down--
down at Jesus' feet;
Stand "in Him" -- in Him alone
-- gloriously "complete!"

"IT is finished!"
Yes, indeed -- finished every jot.
Sinner, this is all you need;
tell me, is it not?

(an old English Hymn... author unknown)
 
 

Jesus watches over us.
 
 
 

Song: As I Gaze At The Stars