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.
2. 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.
3. Five bleeding wounds He bears, Received on Calvary; They pour effectual prayers, They strongly plead for me: "Forgive him, oh, forgive !" they cry, "Nor let that ransomed sinner die."
4. 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.