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1 Arise, my soul, arise;
Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding 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 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 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,
And tells me I am born of God.
5 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,
And “Father, Abba, Father,” cry.
C. Wesley