Nothing either great or small

Nothing either great or small—
  Nothing, sinner, no;
Jesus did it, did it all,
  Long, long ago.
  "It is finished!" yes, indeed,
  Finished every jot:
Sinner, this is all you need—
    Tell me, is it not?
When He, from His lofty throne,
  Stooped to do and die,
Everything was fully done;
  Hearken to His cry:
Weary, working, burdened one,
  Wherefore toil you so?
Cease your doing; all was done
  Long, long ago.
Till to Jesus' work you cling
  By a simple faith,
"Doing" is a deadly thing—
  "Doing" ends in death.
Cast your deadly "doing" down—
  Down at Jesus' feet;
Stand in Him, in Him alone,
  Gloriously complete.