Arise, my soul, arise

1Arise, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears; The bleeding sacrifice In my behalf appears; Before the throne my Saviour stands, My name is written on his hands.

2He 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.

3Five 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 contrite sinner die!

4The 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'm a child of God.

5To 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.