ARISE, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears; The bleeding sacrifice In my...

ARISE, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears; The bleeding sacrifice In my behalf appears; Before the throne thy 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, 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.

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!