Words: James Proc­tor.

Music: (1840-1908).

The Scotch people are es­pe­cial­ly fond of this hymn. The au­thor pre­faced it with these lines: “Since I first dis­co­vered Je­sus to be the end of the law for right­eous­ness to ev­ery one that be­liev­eth, I have more than once met with a poor sin­ner seek­ing peace at the foot of Si­nai in­stead of Cal­va­ry, and I have heard him again and again in bit­ter dis­ap­point­ment and fear groan­ing out, ‘What must I do?’ I have said to him, ‘Do, do? What can you do? What do you need to do?’”

If you know when this song was writ­ten, or where to get a pic­ture of James Proc­tor

Nothing, either great or small—
Nothing, sinner, no;
Jesus died and paid it all,
Long, long ago.

Refrain

“It is finished!” yes, indeed,
Finished, ev’ry jot;
Sinner, this is all you need,
Tell me, is it not?

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When He, from His lofty throne,
Stooped to do and die,
Ev’rything was fully done;
Hearken to His cry!

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Weary, working, burdened one,
Wherefore toil you so?
Cease your doing; all was done
Long, long ago.

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Till to Jesus’ work you cling
By a simple faith,
“Doing” is a deadly thing—
“Doing” ends in death.

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Cast your deadly “doing” down—
Down at Jesus’ feet;
Stand in Him, in Him alone,
Gloriously complete.

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