1. 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.
  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,
    His blood atoned for all our race,
    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, oh, forgive,” they cry,
    “Forgive him, oh, forgive,” they cry,
    “Nor let that 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,
    His Spirit answers to the blood,
    And tells me I am born of God.
  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,
    With confidence I now draw nigh,
    And “Father, Abba, Father,” cry.