J. D. Smith
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,
Nought divide them from the Lord.