The punishment of your iniquity is accomplished, daughter of Zion; he will no more carry you away into captivity: He will visit your iniquity, daughter of Edom; he will uncover your sins.
"Calvary's summit let us trace, View the heights and depths of grace; Count the purple drops, and say, Thus my sins were borne away. Now no more his wrath we dread, Vengeance smote our Surety's head; Justice now demands no more, He hath paid the dreadful score. Sunk, as in a shoreless flood, Lost, as in the Saviours blood, Zion O! how bless'd art thou, Justified from all things now.
