I Sing My Saviour's Wondrous Death

Verse 1

I sing my Saviour’s wondrous death;
He conquer’d when he fell:
’Tis finish’d, said his dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell.

Verse 2

’Tis finish’d, our Immanuel cries,
The dreadful work is done;
Hence shall his sovereign throne arise,
His kingdom is begun.

Verse 3

His cross a sure foundation laid
For glory and renown,
When thro’ the regions of the dead
He pass’d to reach the crown.

Verse 4

Exalted at his Father’s side
Sits our victorious Lord;
To heaven and hell his hands divide
The vengeance or reward.

Verse 5

The saints from his propitious eye
Await their several crowns,
And all the sons of darkness fly
The terror of his frowns.