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 atoned 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 plead 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.

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.