Rise, my soul, behold ’tis Jesus!
Jesus fills thy wondering 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.

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