35: RISE, my soul! behold 'tis Jesusby J. Denham Smith (1817-1889)
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,
And the blood of His atonement
Is 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 Blessed circle of His favour,
Circle of the Father's love!
Blessed to be there for ever
In His perfect rest above!
6 Blessed, glorious word, "for ever"!
Yea, "for ever" is the word;
Nothing can the ransomed sever,
Nought divide them from the Lord.
Alternative tunes (188.8.131.52.)