For behold, the Lord is about to come out from His place
To punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity;
And the earth will reveal her bloodshed
And will no longer cover her slain. Isaiah 26:21


Sinner, you’re not a poor wayfaring stranger,
trav’ling through this world you know;
There is only sickness, toil, and danger,
In that dark world to which you go.
You’re going there to your father,
You’re going there to forever roam;
You’re just sinking in the Jordan,
You’re just going down to your home.

Tho’ dark clouds gather o’er you,
Tho’ the pathway’s rough and steep;
The lake of fire lie out before you,
Where weary eyes shall endless weep.
You’re going there to your father,
He said he’d meet you when you come;
You’re just sinking in the Jordan,
You’re just going down to your home.

You happily sing destructions story,
In concert with the blood-thirsty band;
You aim to wear a crown of glory,
When you get home to that land.
You’re going there to see your brothers,
They sank down one by one;
You’re just sinking in the Jordan,
You’re just going down to your home.

You’ll soon be bound to every trial,
Your form will rest beneath the sod;
You’ll be fixed to a cross of misery,
And enter home with your god.
You’re going there to see your master,
Who is panting for your blood;
You’re just sinking in the Jordan,
You’re just going down to your home.

Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,
See him dying on the tree!
‘Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, ’tis he, ’tis he.
‘Tis the long-expected Prophet,
David’s Son, yet David’s Lord;
By his Son God now has spoken:
‘Tis the true and faithful Word.

Tell me, ye who hear him groaning,
Was there ever grief like his?
Friends through fear his cause disowning,
Foes insulting his distress;
Many hands were raised to wound him,
None would interpose to save;
But the deepest stroke that pierced him
Was the stroke that Justice gave.

Ye who think of sin but lightly
Nor suppose the evil great
Here may view its nature rightly,
Here its guilt may estimate.
Mark the Sacrifice appointed,
See who bears the awful load;
‘Tis the Word, the Lord’s Anointed,
Son of Man and Son of God.

Here we have a firm foundation,
Here the refuge of the lost;
Christ’s the Rock of our salvation,
His the name of which we boast.
Lamb of God, for sinners wounded,
Sacrifice to cancel guilt!
None shall ever be confounded
Who on him their hope have built.

Thomas Kelly, 1804

Hark! the voice of love and mercy
Sounds aloud from Calvary!
See! it rends the rocks asunder,
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky!
“It is finished!”
Hear the dying Savior cry!

“It is finished!” O what pleasure
Do these charming words afford!
Heavenly blessings without measure,
Flow to us from Christ the Lord.
It is finished!
Saints, the dying words record.

Finished, all the types and shadows
Of the ceremonial law!
Finished, all that God had promised;
Death and hell no more shall awe.
It is finished!
Saints, from hence your comfort draw.

Happy souls, approach the table,
Taste the soul-reviving food;
Nothing half so sweet and pleasant
As the Savior’s flesh and blood,
It is finished!
Christ has borne the heavy load.

Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,
Join to sing the pleasing theme;
All on earth, and all in heaven,
Join to praise Immanuel’s name!
Glory to the bleeding Lamb!

Jonathan Evans, 1784