Arise, My Soul, Arise
A rise, my soul, arise; Shake off thy guilty fears; The bleeding Sacrifice In my behalf appears: Before the throne my Surety stands, 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 for sin did once atone, His blood for sin did once atone, And now it pleads before the Throne. Five bleeding wounds He bears, Received on Calvary, They pour effectual prayers, They strongly plead for me: "Forgive him, O forgive," they cry, "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, His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. I now am reconciled; God's pard'ning voice I hear, He owns me as His child, I can no longer fear; With confidence I now draw nigh, With confidence I now draw nigh, And, "Father, Abba, Father," cry.