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 aton'd for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.
3 Five bleeding wounds he bears,
Receiv'd on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly speak for me;
Forgive him, O 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 reconcil'd,
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.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Arise, my soul, arise |
Meter: | P. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Christ: Resurrection, Ascension, Intercession and Glory |
Notes: | Public Domain. |