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Hymns and Tunes 1886 316

'Tis finished! so the Saviour cried

Words: Samuel StennettMusic: Lowell MasonTune: OldenL. M.

1'Tis finished! so the Saviour cried,
And meekly bowed his head, and died:
'Tis finished! yes, the race is run;
The battle fought; the victory won.

2'Tis finished! all that heaven foretold
By prophets in the days of old;
And truths are opened to our view
That kings and prophets never knew.

3'Tis finished! Son of God, thy power
Hath triumphed in this awful hour;
And yet our eyes with sorrow see
That life to us was death to thee.

4'Tis finished! let the joyful sound
Be heard through all the nations round;
'Tis finished! let the triumph rise,
And swell the chorus of the skies!

Tune
Olden
Meter
L. M.

Public Domain

The verse

Meter
8.8.8.8 · as printed
Foot
iambic (da-DUM) · 79% of beats fit
Rhyme
AABB

Could also be sung to Old Hundredth, Duke Street, Germany, Deus Tuorum Militum, Federal Street · same meter and stresses; not printed with these words, so try it first.

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/ stressed · ˘ unstressed · ? not in the dictionary · * a word sung short, as “heav’n”

Verse 1

'Tis finished! so the Saviour cried,//˘˘˘/˘/8A
And meekly bowed his head, and died:˘/˘/˘/˘/8A
'Tis finished! yes, the race is run;//˘/˘/˘/8B
The battle fought; the victory won.˘/˘/˘/˘/8B

Verse 2

'Tis finished! all that heaven foretold//˘/˘/˘/8A*
By prophets in the days of old;˘/˘˘˘/˘/8A
And truths are opened to our view˘/˘/˘˘˘/8B
That kings and prophets never knew.˘/˘/˘/˘/8B

Verse 3

'Tis finished! Son of God, thy power//˘/˘///8A*
Hath triumphed in this awful hour;//˘˘˘/˘/8A
And yet our eyes with sorrow see˘/˘/˘/˘/8B
That life to us was death to thee.˘/˘˘˘/˘/8B

Verse 4

'Tis finished! let the joyful sound//˘/˘/˘/8A
Be heard through all the nations round;˘///˘/˘/8A
'Tis finished! let the triumph rise,//˘/˘/˘/8B
And swell the chorus of the skies!˘/˘/˘˘˘/8B

Counted by machine from the CMU Pronouncing Dictionary. It cannot hear emphasis or a poet’s licence, so treat it as a place to start reading, not the last word.