|
Arise My Soul, Arise
Public Domain Old-Time, Bluegrass Gospel by Charles Wesley, Hymns and Sacred Poems, 1742 Music: Lewis Edson
ARTIST: Sung by: W.P. Detherow from Wolf Collection Recorded in Batesville, AR 8/27/59; Originally Charles Wesley, Hymns and Sacred Poems, 1742 Music: Lewis Edson
Click here to listen to the original recording:
http://www.lyon.edu/wolfcollection/songs/detherowarise1243.mp3
CATEGORY: Traditional Bluegrass Gospel;
DATE: Charles Wesley, Hymns and Sacred Poems, 1742
RECORDING INFO: Arise, My Soul - Wesley, Charles/Edson, Lewis
Chapple, Joseph Mitchell / Heart Songs, Chappell, Bk (1909), p 69
OTHER NAMES: "Arise My Soul"
SOURCES: Folk Index; Wolf Collection
NOTES: "Arise My Soul, Arise," is a public domain hymn sung by W.P. Detherow from the Wolf Collection in Batesville, AR on 8/27/59. Originally teh lyrics are from Charles Wesley, Hymns and Sacred Poems, 1742 with music by Lewis Edson (by 1909).
ARISE, MY SOUL, ARISE- Sung by W.P. Detherow
Recorded in Batesville, AR 8/27/59
Click here to listen to the original recording:
http://www.lyon.edu/wolfcollection/songs/detherowarise1243.mp3
Arise, my soul, arise,
Cast off thy guilty fears.
The bleeding sacrifice
In my behalf appears.
Before the throne I'll surely stand,
Before the throne I'll surely stand.
My name is written on his hand.
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.
ARISE, MY SOUL, ARISE- Charles Wesley, Hymns and Sacred Poems, 1742
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 him, O forgive,” they cry,
“Forgive him, 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.
|