“Arise, my soul arise;”


 
A hymn by Charles Wesley

(1)

Arise, my soul, arise,
Shake off thy guilty fears:
The perfect Sacrifice
In my behalf appears:
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 every race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

(3)

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 am born of God.

(4)

My God is reconciled,
His pardoning voice I hear;
He owes me for His child,
I can no longer fear;
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father! Cry.