Preparation for Death, 19

Away with my fears!
The Redeemer appears
Offer'd up in my stead.
And for every offender inclining His head;
He answer'd for me,
When He bled on the tree,
And my punishment took,
By His Father aggrieved, by His Father forsook.
Tis finish'd He cries;
Our Deliverer dies,
The atonement is made,
The ransom laid down, and the penalty paid.
The all-conquering tomb
Is by Jesus o'ercome,
The terrible king
Is disarm'd of his dart, and despoil'd of his sting.
Triumphant I am
Through the death of the Lamb,
And redeem'd by His blood,
I have nothing to fear from a pacified God.
The favour Divine,
The image is mine,
When His Son I receive,
And united to Him I eternally live.