1 

   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 was shed 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 speak for me.

Forgive him, O forgive, they cry,

Nor let that ransomed sinner die!

 4 

   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.

 5 

   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.