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.

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

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.