Arise, My Soul, Arise; Shake Off Thy Guilty Fears;
The Bleeding Sacrifice In 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 All Our Race,
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,
“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,
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,
With Confidence I Now Draw Nigh,
And “Father, Abba, Father,” Cry.
Arise My Soul Arise Shake Off,Arise My Soul Arise Shake Off,Arise My Soul Arise Shake Off,Arise My Soul Arise Shake Off