It is over, Lord Jesus. No more suffering now.
No more pain and no more sorrow or thorn crowned brow.
It is finished, Lord Jesus. The price has been paid
and Your broken body in the grave has been laid.
You can rest Lord Jesus, everything has been done
the sacrifice has been made by God’s Only Son.
Not much longer Lord Jesus, just a few more days
and then the whole world will your great victory praise.
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