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 atoned 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, oh, forgive, they cry,
Nor let that ransom'd 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 My God is reconciled,
His pard'ning 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.
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First Line: | Arise, my soul, arise |
Meter: | H. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christ: Mediator; Christ: Intercession of; Intercession: of Christ(1 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: C. Wesley |