Nothing either great or small—
Nothing
sinner
no;
Jesus did it
did it all
Long
long ago.
“It is finished!” yes
indeed
Finished every jot:
Sinner
this is all you need—
Tell me
is it not?
When He
from His lofty throne
Stooped to do and die
Everything was fully done;
Hearken to His cry:
Weary
working
burdened one
Wherefore toil you so?
Cease your doing; all was done
Till to Jesus’ work you cling
By a simple faith
“Doing” is a deadly thing—
“Doing” ends in death.
Cast your deadly “doing” down—
Down at Jesus’ feet;
Stand in Him
in Him alone
Gloriously complete.
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