5 Into thy hand I commit my spirit: thou hast redeemed me, Jehovah, [thou] ¨God of truth. 11 More than to all mine oppressors, I am become exceedingly a reproach, even to my neighbours, and a fear to mine acquaintance: they that see me without flee from me.
"Tis finished!" our blest Saviour said,
And meekly bowed His blessèd head,
Poured out His soul, and died.
The veil by God was rent in twain,
And He who died now lives again:
Sound the glad message wide!