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    Arise, My Soul, Arise

    Charles Wesley Lewis Edson

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        


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    1. A rise, my soul, a rise; shake off thy guil ty
    2. He ev er lives a bove, for me to in ter

         
    3. Five bleed ing wounds He bears; re ceived on Cal va

            
    4. The Fa ther hears Him pray, His dear a noint ed

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    5. I now am re con ciled; His par doning voice I

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       
             
    fears; The bleed ing sac ri fice in my be half ap
    cede; His all re deem ing love, His pre cious blood, to


    ry; They pour ef fec tual prayers; they strong ly plead for

                 
    One; He can not turn a way, the pre sence of His

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    hear; He owns me for His child; I can no long er


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    pears: Be fore the throne my sure ty stands, Be
    plead: His blood a toned for all our race, His

          
    me: “For give him, O for give,” they cry, “For

         
    Son; His Spi rit an swers to the blood, His

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    fear: With con fi dence I now draw nigh, With

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          





    fore the throne my sure ty stands,
    blood a toned for all our race,

            
    give him, O for give,” they cry,
    Spi rit an swers to the blood,


    con fi dence I now draw nigh,

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         
      

    My name is writ ten on His hands.
    And sprink les now the throne of grace.

            
    “Nor let that ran somed sin ner die!”

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    And tells me I am born of God.

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    And “Fa ther, Ab ba, Fa ther,” cry.

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