Arise, my soul, arise,
shake off your guilty fears
The bleeding sacrifice
on 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 atoned for every race
His blood atoned for every race
And sprinkles now the throne of grace
O my soul, arise, behold the risen Christ
Your Great High Priest, your spotless Sacrifice
O my soul, arise, God owns you as His child
Shake off your guilty fears, my soul, arise
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
“Don’t let that ransomed sinner die!”
My God is reconciled, His 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