Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 3
Five bleeding wounds He bears,
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly plead for me;
“Forgive him, oh, forgive,” they cry,
“Nor let that that ransomed sinner de.”
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Charles Wesley.