288. Rise, My Soul! Behold, 'Tis Jesus
8.7.8.7.
by J. Denham Smith
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Rise, my soul! Behold, ’tis Jesus,
Jesus fills thy wondering eyes;
See Him now, in glory seated,
Where thy sins no more can rise.
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There in righteousness transcendent,
Lo! He doth in heaven appear,
Shows the blood of His atonement
As thy title to be there.
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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.
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God now brings thee to His dwelling,
Spreads for thee His feast divine,
Bids thee welcome, ever telling
What a portion there is thine.
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In that circle of God’s favor —
Circle of the Father’s love —
All is rest, and rest forever,
All is perfectness above.
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Blessed, glorious word forever,
Yea, forever is the word;
Nothing can the ransomed sever,
Naught divide them from the Lord.