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 was shed 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.

To 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.