Christ, High Priest

Verse 1

Arise, my soul, arise,
Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding sacrifice
In my behalf appears;
Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on his hands.

Verse 2

He ever lives above,
For me to intercede;
His all-redeeming love,
His precious blood to plead;
His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

Verse 3

Five bleeding wounds he bears,
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly speak for me;
Forgive him, O forgive, they cry,
Nor let that ransomed sinner die.

Verse 4

The Father hears him pray,
His dear Anointed One;
He cannot turn away
The presence of his Son;
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.

Verse 5

My God is reconciled,
His pard’ning voice I hear,
He owns me for his child,
I can no longer fear;
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father, cry.

Verse 1

Arise, my soul, arise,
Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding sacrifice
In my behalf appears;
Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on his hands.

Verse 2

He ever lives above,
For me to intercede;
His all-redeeming love,
His precious blood to plead;
His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

Verse 3

Five bleeding wounds he bears,
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly speak for me;
Forgive him, O forgive, they cry,
Nor let that ransomed sinner die.

Verse 4

The Father hears him pray,
His dear Anointed One;
He cannot turn away
The presence of his Son;
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.

Verse 5

My God is reconciled,
His pard’ning voice I hear,
He owns me for his child,
I can no longer fear;
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father, cry.

Verse 1

Blow ye the trumpet, blow,
The gladly solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,
To earth’s remotest bound,
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Verse 2

Jesus, our Great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;
Ye mournful souls, be glad:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Verse 3

Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in His blood
Throughout the world proclaim:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Verse 4

Ye, who have sold for naught
Your heritage above,
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus’ love:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Verse 5

The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heavenly grace;
And, saved from earth, appear
Before your Saviour’s face:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Verse 1

Blow ye the trumpet, blow!
The gladly solemn sound,
Let all the nations know,
To earth’s remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come,
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Verse 2

Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made:
Ye weary spirits! rest,
Ye mournful souls! be glad;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

Verse 3

Extol the Lamb of God,--
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in his blood,
Throughout the world, proclaim;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

Verse 4

Ye, who have sold for naught
Your heritage above!
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus’ love;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

Verse 1

Come, let us join in songs of praise
To our ascended Priest;
He entered heaven with all our names
Engraven on his breast.

Verse 2

Below he washed our guilt away,
By his atoning blood;
Now he appears before the throne,
And pleads our cause with God.

Verse 3

Clothed with our nature still, he knows
The weakness of our frame,
And how to shield us from the foes
Which he himself o’ercame.

Verse 4

Oh! may we ne’er forget his grace,
Nor blush to wear his name;
Still may our hearts hold fast his faith,
Our mouths his praise proclaim.

Verse 1

Hail! my ever blessed Jesus!
Only thee I wish to sing.
To my soul, thy name is precious,
Thou, my Prophet, Priest, and King.

Verse 2

Oh! what mercy flows from heaven!
Oh! what joy and happiness!
Love I much? I’ve much forgiven;
I’m a miracle of grace.

Verse 3

Once with Adam’s race in ruin,
Unconcerned in sin I lay;
Swift destruction still pursuing,
Till my Savior passed that way

Verse 4

Witness, all ye host of heaven!
My Redeemer’s tenderness;
Love I much? I’ve much forgiven;
I’m a miracle of grace.

Verse 5

Shout, ye bright angelic choir!
Praise the Lamb enthroned above;
Whilst, astonished, I admire
God’s free grace, and boundless love.

Verse 6

That blest moment I received him,
Filled my soul with joy and peace:
Love I much? I’ve much forgiven;
I’m a miracle of grace.

Verse 1

With joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.

Verse 2

Touched with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame;
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he has felt the same.

Verse 3

He, in the days of feeble flesh,
Poured out his cries and tears;
And, in his measure, feels afresh
What every member bears.

Verse 4

Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his power;
We shall obtain delivering grace
In the distressing hour.