'Tis finish'd!--so the Saviour cry'd, And meekly bow'd his head and dy'd. 'Tis finish'd--yes, the race is run, The battle fought, the vic'try won. 'Tis finish'd--all that heav'n decreed, And all the ancient prophets said, Is now fulfill'd, as was design'd, In me, the Saviour of mankind. 'Tis finish'd--Aaron now no more Must stain his robes with purple gore, The sacred veil is rent in twain, And Jewish rites no more remain. 'Tis finish'd--this my dying groan Shall sins of ev'ry land atone, Millions shall be redeem'd from death, By this my last expiring breath. 'Tis finish'd--heav'n is reconcil'd, And all the pow'rs of darkness spoild; Peace, love, and happiness again Return, and dwell with sinful men. 'Tis finishd--let the joyful sound Be heard thro' all the nations round: 'Tis finish'd--let the echo fly Thro heav'n and hell, thro earth and sky. _London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons._ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ N^o. 19. [Illustration] EASTER DAY. M^{rs}. Barbanld. This day be grateful homage paid, And loud hosannas sung: Let gladness dwell in ev'ry heart, And praise on ev'ry tongue. Ten thousand diff'rent lips shall join, To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings, To nations yet unborn. Jesus the friend of human kind, With strong compassion mov'd, Descended, like a pitying God, To save the souls he lov'd. The pow'rs of darkness leagu'd in vain, To bind his soul in death; He shook their kingdom, when he fell, With his expiring breath. Not long the toils of Hell could keep The hope of Judah's line; Corruption never could take hold On aught so much divine. And now his conqu'ring chariot wheels Ascend the lofty skies; While broke, beneath his pow'rful cross, Death's iron sceptre lies. Exalted high at God's right hand, The Lord of all below: Thro him is pard'ning love dispens'd, And boundless blessings flow. _London, Published by R. Miller, Old Fish Street, Doctors Commons._