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.

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 pardon'ng 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.