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.