Rise, my soul! behold 'tis Jesus

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.

There, in righteousness transcendent, Lo! He doth in heaven appear, Shows the blood of His atonement As thy title to be there.

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.

God now brings thee to His dwelling, Spreads for thee His feast divine, Bids thee welcome, ever telling What a portion there is thine.

In that circle of God's favour, Circle of the Father's love, All is rest, and rest for ever, All is perfectness above.

Blessed, glorious word "forever!" Yea, "forever!" is the word; Nothing can the ransomed sever, Nought divide them from the Lord.