In tenderness He sought me
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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.
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He washed the bleeding sin wounds,
And poured in oil and wine;
He whispered to assure me,
"I กฏ ve found thee, thou art Mine "
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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I กฏ 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.
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So while the hours are passing,
All now is perfect rest,
I กฏ 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.