Arise, My Soul, Arise

Arise, my soul, arise,Shake off thy guilty fears,The bleeding SacrificeIn my behalf appears;Before the throne my Surety stands,My name is written on His hands.

He ever lives aboveFor me to intercede,His all-redeeming love,His precious blood to plead;His blood atoned for all our raceAnd 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,Cannot refuse His Son;His Spirit answers to the bloodAnd tells me I am born of God.

My God is reconciled,His pardoning voice I hear;He owns me for His child,I can no longer fear;With confidence I now draw nighAnd “Father, Abba, Father!” cry.