In tenderness He sought me

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

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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.

 

He washed the bleeding sin wounds,

And poured in oil and wine;

He whispered to assure me,

ďIíve found thee, thou art MineĒ;

I never heard a sweeter voice;

It made my aching heart rejoice!

 

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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.

 

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Iím 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.

 

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So while the hours are passing,

All now is perfect rest,

Iím 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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