1 |It is finished!| Man of sorrows!
From thy cross our frailty borrows
Strength to bear and conquer thus.
2 While extended there we view thee,
Mighty Sufferer! draw us to thee;
3 Not in vain for us uplifted,
Man of sorrows, wonder-gifted!
May that sacred emblem be;
4 Lifted high amid the ages,
Guide of heroes, saints, and sages,
May it guide us still to thee!
5 Still to thee! whose love unbounded
Sorrow's depths for us has sounded,
Perfected by conflicts sore.
6 Honored be thy cross forever;
Star, that points our high endeavor
Whither thou hast gone before!