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 speak for me.
‘Forgive him, oh, forgive,’ they cry,
‘Nor let the ransomed sinner die.’
My God is reconciled;
His pardoning voice I hear;
He owns me for His child;
I can