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Darkness veils the mid-day sky;
It is finish'd, it is finish'd,
Hear the dying Saviour cry.
O what joy to helpless sinners
These triumphant words afford!
Heav'nly blessings without measure,
Flow to us through Christ the Lord:
It is finish'd, it is finish'd,
Saints, his dying words record.
All the types and shadows finish'd
Of the ceremonial law;
Man's redemption now completed,
Death and hell no more shall awe;
It is finish'd, it is finish'd,
Saints, from hence your comfort draw.
Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs;
Join the triumph to proclaim;
All on earth, and all in Heaven,
Join to praise the Saviour's Name.
Halelujah, Halelujah,
Halelujah, Praise the Lamb.
HYMN 44.
Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promis'd long;
Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne,
And ev'ry voice a song.
He comes the pris'ners to release
In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
