1 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. 2 He ever lives above, For me to intercede, His all-redeeming love, His precious blood to plead; His blood atoned for ev'ry race, His blood atoned for ev'ry race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 3 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!" 4 My God is reconciled; His pard'ning 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.