Arise, my soul, arise

Arise

my soul

arise!

Shake off thy guilty fears;

The bleeding Sacrifice

In my behalf appears.

Before the throne my Surety stands;

My name is written on His hands.

He ever lives above

For me to intercede

His all-redeeming love

His precious blood to plead.

His blood was shed for all our race

And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

Five bleeding wounds He bears

Received on Calvary;

They pour effectual prayers;

They strongly speak for me.

Forgive him

O forgive

they cry

Nor let that ransomed sinner die!

The Father hears Him pray

His dear anointed One;

He cannot turn away

The presence of His Son.

His Spirit answers to the blood

And tells me I am born of God.

To God I’m reconciled

His pardoning voice I hear;

He owns me for His child

I can no longer fear.

With confidence I now draw nigh

And Father

Abba

Father

cry.