Sabbath Song 9-1-24

 Arise, My Soul, Arise

by Charles Wesley, 1742

Arise, my soul, arise, shake off your guilty fears;
the bleeding scarifice 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 every race, His blood atoned for every 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 Him, oh forgive!" they cry.  "Forgive Him, oh forgive," they cry,

"nor let that ransomed sinner die!"

My God is reconciled; His pardoning voice I hear.

He owns me for his child; I shall no longer fear.

With confidence I now draw nigh; with confidence I now draw night, 

and "Father, abba Father!" cry.