All Is Fulfilled

All is ful­filled—my heart

re­cord

The dy­ing words of thy dear Lord.

When He those bit­ter pains sus­tain­èd

Which on the cross thy life ob­tain­èd

He who did all things well

Then bowed His head

Exclaiming

It is fin­ish­èd.

All is ful­filled—the cross hath wrought

Whate’er the Law and pro­phets taught.

Where all the strength of na­ture fail­èd

There Je­su’s wounds for all avail­èd.

That which be­fore the worlds

Heav’n coun­sel­èd

Now through His death is fin­ish­èd.

All is ful­filled—all sa­tis­fied:

The Fa­ther lays His wrath aside;

Our peace is made

and jus­tice still­èd

Since God’s own Son hath all ful­fill­èd.

What then shall wake the heart

To anx­ious dread?

Believe now

It is fin­ish­èd.

All is ful­filled—I am made free

Possessed of true fe­li­ci­ty:

Now Je­sus sin and death sub­du­eth

And us with life and grace re­new­eth;

So when to dis­so­lu­tion

Worlds are led

This stays us—It is fin­ish­èd.