Rise, my Soul! behold ‘tis Jesus
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8.7.8.7. 1 Rise, my Soul! behold ‘tis Jesus, Jesus fills Thy wond’ring 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 favour, Circle of the Father’s love, All is rest, and rest for ever, All is perfectness above. 6 Blessèd, glorious word “forever!” Yes “forever!” is the word; Nothing can the ransomed sever, Nought divide them from the Lord. J. Denham Smith