168    C.M.     Isaac Watts
Christ’s Victory, Death and Dominion. John 19. 30

1 I sing my Saviour’s wondrous death;
  He conquered when he fell.
  “’Tis finished!” said his dying breath,
  And shook the gates of hell.

2 “’Tis finished!” our Immanuel cries;
  The dreadful work is done.
  Hence shall his sovereign throne arise;
  His kingdom is begun.

3 His cross a sure foundation laid
  For glory and renown,
  When through the regions of the dead
  He passed to reach the crown.

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

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