ARISE, MY SOUL, ARISE.

Arise, my soul, arise; shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding sacrifice in my behalf appears:
Before the throne my surety stands,
Before the throne my surety stands,
My name is written on His hands.

He ever lives above, for me to intercede;
His all-redeeming love, His precious blood, to plead:
His blood atoned for all our race,
His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

Five bleeding wounds He bears, received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers; they strongly plead for me:
“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry,
“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry,
“Nor let the ransomed sinner die!”

The Father hears Him pray, His dear anointed One;
He cannot turn away the presence of His Son:
His spirit answers to the blood,
His spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.

My…