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==General information== | ==General information== | ||
This is an hymn by [[Isaac Watts]], his Hymn 114 of Book 2, published 1709, entitled ''Christ's death, victory, and dominion''. | |||
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I sing my Savior's wondrous death, | |||
He conquered when he fell: | |||
"'Tis finished!" said his dying breath, | |||
And shook the gates of hell. | |||
"'Tis finished!" our Immanuel cries, | |||
The dreadful work is done; | |||
Hence shall his sovereign throne arise, | |||
His kingdom is begun. | |||
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His cross a sure foundation laid | |||
For glory and renown, | |||
When through the regions of the dead | |||
He passed to reach the crown. | |||
Exalted at his Father's side | |||
Sits our victorious Lord; | |||
To heaven and hell his hands divide | |||
The vengeance or reward. | |||
The saints, from his propitious eye, | |||
Await their several crowns | |||
And all the sons of darkness fly | |||
The terror of his frowns.}} | |||
==External links == | ==External links == | ||
Latest revision as of 17:48, 23 March 2024
General information
This is an hymn by Isaac Watts, his Hymn 114 of Book 2, published 1709, entitled Christ's death, victory, and dominion.
Settings by composers (automated)
- Oliver Holden — Tis Finished English SATB
Text and translations
English text
I sing my Savior's wondrous death,
He conquered when he fell:
"'Tis finished!" said his dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell.
"'Tis finished!" our Immanuel cries,
The dreadful work is done;
Hence shall his sovereign throne arise,
His kingdom is begun.
His cross a sure foundation laid
For glory and renown,
When through the regions of the dead
He passed to reach the crown.
Exalted at his Father's side
Sits our victorious Lord;
To heaven and hell his hands divide
The vengeance or reward.
The saints, from his propitious eye,
Await their several crowns
And all the sons of darkness fly
The terror of his frowns.
External links
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