Jesus in Glory

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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.
In that circle of God's favor,
Circle of the Father's love,
All is rest-and rest forever,
All is perfectness above.
Blessed, glorious word forever,
Yea, forever is the word;
Nothing can the ransom'd sever,
Naught divide them from the Lord.