It is Finished!

Tetelestai!
Tetelestai!
This was the Master's final cry.
Tetelestai!
Tetelestai!
And then he hung his head, to die.
The sky was darkened; black as night;
His friends stood, cringing, at the sight;
Their loyalty destroyed by fright -
Tetelestai!

It's over, now!
It's over, now!
Their hopes; their dreams of wealth and pow'r.
It's over, now!
It's over, now!
No future beckoned in this hour.
No special place at his right hand;
No special part of his new plan;
No special One to understand -
It's over, now!

Tetelestai!
Tetelestai!
It was not spoken as a sigh.
Tetelestai!
Tetelestai!
It was a most triumphant cry.
It is finished - his work is done!
It is finished - the victory's won!
It is finished - by God's own Son -
Tetelestai!