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!"