In Tenderness He Sought Me -ghf480.mid - [Play Midi]
  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.

  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.