When God's own begotten Son Heav'd His final sigh; Everything was fully done, Hearken to His cry It is finished, finished! What more could He ever do? Nothing either great or small, Nothing can you claim; Jesus died and paid it all; Only plead His name. It is finished, finished! What more could we ever do? Lay your deadly 'doing' down, Down at Jesus' feet; Him and Him alone, Gloriously complete. It is finished, finished! What more could we ever do? There the robber! There the thief! Gathered around they stand, Reaping now that bless-ed promise Nailed in to His hands: It is finished, finished! What more could He ever do?