Arise, My Soul, Arise
 
1. Arise, my soul, arise, shake off your guilty fears;
The holy 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 glorious 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. 
 
Text: Charles Wesley (1707-1788)