ARISE, my soul, arise, Shake off all doubting fears; The perfect sacrifice In my behalf appears: Before the throne my Surety stands; My name is written on His hands.
He ever lives above, For me to intercede, His all-redeeming love, His precious blood, to plead; His blood secures His ransomed race And speaks before the throne of grace.
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.
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.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88