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 sev’n­fold trea­sures
Enrich and sanc­ti­fy.

Once on the drea­ry mount­ain
We wan­dered far and wide,
Far from the cleans­ing foun­tain,
Far from the pierc­èd 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.