Funeral Hymns, Second Series, 43

Tis finish'd, 'tis past. His conflict below,
The sharpest and last He ever shall know!
The fiery temptation Hath spent all its fires,
The heir of salvation With triumph expires.

The buffeting fiend Who push'd him so sore,
And bruised to the end, Shall bruise him no more:
He trod on his bruiser. And more than subdued
Our hellish accuser, Through Jesus's blood.

Depress'd by the cross. He mounted the higher;
He left all his dross And tin in the fire:
He brought by his mourning The Comforter down.
And Jesus returning Presented the crown.

All praise to the Lord, All praise is His due:
His merciful word Is tried, and found true:
Who his dereliction On Calvary bear,
And share His affliction, His kingdom shall share.

O Saviour, to Thee Our souls we commend!
If nail'd to the tree, We bleed to the end;
We bear the full anguish. The uttermost load;
But give us to languish And suffer like God.

Remember us then. And answer our call.
When turning with pain Our face to the wall;
In trouble stand by us, Till all is o'erpast,
And chasten, and try us, But save us at last.
FINIS,