1 Arise, my soul, arise,
Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding Sacrifice
In my behalf appears;
Before the throne my Saviour 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 was shed 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 speak for me:
Forgive him, O, forgive! they cry,
Nor let the contrite 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,
And tells me I'm a child of God.