This month’s hymn of the month at my church is one that I had only heard once or twice before, but I have quickly fallen in love with it. I’m not sure how I missed this one–Charles Wesley wrote it! Some reason the tune reminds of me of something from the Renaissance, but I really like it, especially when sung accapella, as we did in full harmony this morning. (I would link the melody here as I usually do, but some reason it’s not letting me do that. So you can go to hymntime.com and look this one up.)

As a side note, having a flowing, beautiful melody is such a bonus to a good hymn! As a musician, I sadly find myself distracted by the quality of the music (or perhaps the lack of) and miss the gospel message–the whole point we’re singing! I know it sounds silly, but sometimes I wish I wasn’t blessed musically, for then I could sing tone-deaf and never know if a song was good or bad! Ok, I should quickly take that back, for really I am very grateful for the abilities God has given me. So back to today’s hymn…

This is a song that also has great words. Even just reading them without music you almost can’t help worshiping in song! So even if you don’t know this hymn, read these words as a poem, and as a prayer of thanksgiving.

Oh, and one more side note. I know Baptists are notorious for cutting their four verses down to three, but this one you simply can’t do that to! Not only do we sing all the verses, there’s five of them!

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.

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