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, oh, forgive,” they cry, “Forgive him, oh, forgive,” they cry, “Nor let that 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 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, With confidence I now draw nigh, And “Father, Abba, Father,” cry.
Source:
The Cyber Hymnal (http://www.hymntime.com/tch/htm/a/r/i/arisemys.htm)
