Redeemed, restored, forgiven, through Jesus’ precious blood, Heirs of His home in heaven, oh, praise our pardoning God! Praise Him in tuneful measures who gave His Son to die; Praise Him whose sevenfold treasures enrich and sanctify. Once on the dreary mountain, we wandered far and wide, Far from the cleansing fountain, far from the pierced side; But Jesus sought and found us and washed our guilt away; With cords of love He bound us to be His own for aye. Dear Master, Thine the glory of each recovered soul. Ah! who can tell the story of love that made us whole? Not ours, not ours, the merit; be thine alone the praise And ours a thankful spirit to serve Thee all our days. Now keep us, holy Savior, in Thy true love and fear And grant us of Thy favor the grace to persevere Till, in Thy new creation, earth’s time-long travail o’er, We find our full salvation and praise Thee evermore.
Henry W. Baker (1821-1877)
Grow in the grace and knowledge of our
Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. To him be glory
both now and forever! Amen.
2 PETER 3:18