Nothing, either great or small,
Nothing, sinner, no;."
Jesus did it, did it all;
Long, long ago.
When He from His lofty throne
Stooped to do and die,
Everything was fully done;
Hearken to His cry—
"IT IS FINISHED!" Yes, indeed!
Finished every jot.
Sinner, this is all you need;
Tell me, is it not?
Weary, working, burdened one,
Wherefore toil you so?
Cease your doing; all was done
Long, long ago.
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!"