1     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.

 2     He ever lives above

       For me to intercede,

       His all-redeeming love,

       His precious blood to plead.

    His blood was shed for all our race,

    And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

 3     Five bleeding wounds He bears,

       Received on Calvary;

       They pour effectual prayers;

       They strongly speak for me.

    Forgive him, O forgive, they cry,

    Nor let that ransomed sinner die!

 4     The Father hears Him pray,

       His dear anointed One;

       He cannot turn away

       The presence of His Son.

    His Spirit answers to the blood,

    And tells me I am born of God.

 5     To God I'm 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.