
Arise my Soul Arise
Written by Charles Wesley 1707-1788 (originally titled Behold the Man)
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.
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.
Five bleeding wounds He bears;
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers;
They strongly plead for me:
'Forgive them, O forgive,' they cry,
Forgive them, O forgive,' they cry,
'Nor let that ransomed sinner die!'
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.
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.
Until Next Time,
Peggy
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