Arise, my soul, arise, Shake off your 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 every race, His blood atoned for every 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 that ransomed sinner die! 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, With confidence I now draw nigh, And "Father, Abba, Father," cry.