Arise, My Soul, Arise

Arise, my soul, arise; shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding sacrifice in my behalf appears:
Before the throne He stands,
Before the throne He 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:
Before the throne of grace,
Before the throne of grace,
He gladly takes my sinful place.

Five bleeding wounds He bears; received on Calvary;
They pour effective prayers; they strongly plead for me:
“Forgive, forgive,” they cry,
“Forgive, forgive,” they cry,
“This ransomed sinner must not die!”

The Father hears Him pray, His dear anointed One;
He cannot turn away, the presence of His Son;
He sees the priceless blood,
He sees the priceless 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 boldness I draw nigh,
With boldness I draw nigh,
And “Abba, Father, Abba, Father,” I cry.

Arise, my soul, arise; I can no longer fear.