288. Rise, My Soul! Behold, 'Tis Jesus

8.7.8.7.
by J. Denham Smith
1
Rise, my soul! Behold, ’tis Jesus,
 
Jesus fills thy wondering eyes;
 
See Him now, in glory seated,
 
Where thy sins no more can rise.
2
There in righteousness transcendent,
 
Lo! He doth in heaven appear,
 
Shows the blood of His atonement
 
As thy title to be there.
3
All thy sins were laid upon Him,
 
Jesus bore them on the tree;
 
God who knew them laid them on Him,
 
And, believing, thou art free.
4
God now brings thee to His dwelling,
 
Spreads for thee His feast divine,
 
Bids thee welcome, ever telling
 
What a portion there is thine.
5
In that circle of God’s favor — 
 
Circle of the Father’s love — 
 
All is rest, and rest forever,
 
All is perfectness above.
6
Blessed, glorious word forever,
 
Yea, forever is the word;
 
Nothing can the ransomed sever,
 
Naught divide them from the Lord.
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