IN TENDERNESS HE SOUGHT ME
1. In tenderness He
sought me,
Weary and sick with
sin,
And on His
shoulders brought me
back to His fold
again,
While angels in His
presence sang
Until the courts of
heaven rang.
Refrain
Oh, the love that
sought me!
Oh, the blood that
bought me!
Oh, the grace that
brought me to the fold,
Wondrous grace that
brought me to the fold!
2. He washed the
bleeding sin-wounds,
And poured in oil
and wine;
He whispered to
assure me,
"I've found
thee, thou art Mine."
I never heard a
sweeter voice,
It made my aching
heart rejoice.
3. He pointed to
the nail-prints,
For me His blood
was shed,
A mocking crown so
thorny,
Was placed upon His
head;
I wondered what He
saw in me.
To suffer such deep
agony.
4. I'm sitting in
His presence,
The sunshine of His
face,
While with adoring
wonder
His blessings I
retrace,
It seems as if
eternal days
Are far too short
to sound His praise.
5. So while the
hours are passing,
All now is perfect
rest;
I'm waiting for the
morning,
The brightest and
the best,
When He will call
us to His side,
To be with Him, His
spotless Bride.
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