歌词
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?