1 O what a conquest Jesus won,
When, on the fatal tree,
His great atoning work was done,
And earth from guilt set free!
2 ’Tis finished!' He exulting cried,
The mighty slayer slain;
The wrath of God is pacified,
And man may hope again!
3 O rich reward for every groan!
O victory complete!
To call a ransomed world His own,
And hail it to His feet.
4 Yes, the great work shall onward go;
The sure decree is past:
The nations to their LORD shall flow,
And all be Christ’s at last.
5 O hasten, Lord, those blessed times!
Lead all Thy wanderers home!
Convert this world of woe and crimes,
And bid Thy kingdom come!
Source: Psalms of Grace #22a