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.
- 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!
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
O the love that sought me! O the blood that bought me!
O the grace that brought me to the fold,
Wondrous grace that brought me to the fold!