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 atoned 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, oh, forgive,’ they cry,

‘Nor let the ransomed sinner die.’

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 nigh,

And ‘Father, Abba Father!’ cry