1 "It is finished!" Man of sorrows!
From thy cross our frailty borrows
Strength to bear and conquer thus.

2 While extended there we view thee,
Mighty Sufferer! draw us to thee;
Sufferer victorious!

3 Not in vain for us uplifted,
Man of sorrows, wonder-gifted!
May that sacred emblem be;

4 Lifted high amid the ages,
Guide of heroes, saints, and sages,
May it guide us still to thee!

5 Still to thee! whose love unbounded
Sorrow's depths for us has sounded,
Perfected by conflicts sore.

6 Honored be thy cross forever;
Star, that points our high endeavor
Whither thou hast gone before!