Praise the Lord. Sing to the Lord a new song, His praise in the assembly of the saints.@Psalm 149:1

Hen­ry W. Ba­ker; writ­ten at Kill­ar­ney, Ire­land, Sep­tem­ber 1876. Pub­lished in the Monk­land Pa­rish Ma­ga­zine, No­vem­ber 1876.

Ich Dank’ Dir Mu­si­ka Deutsch (Nu­rem­berg, Ger­ma­ny: 1532) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Henry W. Baker (1821–1877)

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.