“It is finished!” Man of sorrows! From thy cross our frailty borrows Strength to bear and conquer thus. | While extended there we view thee, Mighty Sufferer! draw us to thee; Sufferer victorious! | Not in vain for us uplifted, Man of sorrows, wonder-gifted! May that sacred emblem be; | Lifted high amid the ages, Guide of heroes, saints, and sages, May it guide us still to thee! | Still to thee! whose love unbounded Sorrow’s depths for us has sounded, Perfected by conflicts sore. | Honored be thy cross forever; Star, that points our high endeavor Whither thou hast gone before! | |