arise my soul arise

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 no longer fear:

with confidence I now draw nigh,

and ‘Father, Abba Father!’ cry