C. Wesley
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,
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;
This blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.
3
Five bleeding wounds He bears,
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly plead for me:
“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry,
“Nor let the ransomed sinner die,
Nor let the 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,
And tells me I am born of God.
5
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,
And “Father, Abba, Father,” cry,
And “Father, Abba, Father,” cry.
