Arise my soul, and all in me Let other saints Christ’s beauties see Unloose my tongue, make it thine own And make His sacred passion known. There is no greater message known The precious seed that must be sown Concerning Christ the Lord who died That sinners vile are justified. The Lord, He gave His very life That I might see, Oh what a sight The bleeding, dying Son of God That I may speak what love hath wrought. Oh saint, may I thee thus implore To see Him crucified, and then see more His mighty resurrecting power And then to bow, in truth adore. Ah, what a glorious sacrifice He paid my debt, at what a price To save my soul from deepest hell I must, I must, his praises tell. My heart is filled, I ask no more But know more fully, He who bore My sins upon the cursed tree He bore them all, he died for me. Blest Holy Spirit be thou my guide And let my Lord be glorified By all I say, and think and do That I might show my love anew. So then to think and meditate Upon that ancient wooden stake With heart now filled, I speak to tell My Jesus has done all things well. Dear saints of God, please walk with me From sacred room to Calvary Together let us now retrace The Christ of God, His works and grace. © Rowan Jennings 22nd June 2007