1 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.

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,
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 plead for me.
“Forgive him, O, forgive,” they cry,
“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,
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,
with confidence I now draw nigh,
and, “Father, Abba, Father,” cry.