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.
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.
1. 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
2. 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
3. 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
4. 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.