Arise, my soul, arise
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Arise, my soul, arise,Shake off thy guilty fears;The bleeding SacrificeIn my behalf appears;Before the throne my Saviour stands;My name is written on his hands.
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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.
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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 the contrite sinner die!
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The Father hears him pray,His dear, anointed One;He cannot turn awayThe presence of his Son;His Spirit answers to the blood,And tells me I'm a child of God.