In tenderness He sought me

In tenderness He sought me

Weary and sick with sin

And on His shoulders brought me

Into His flock 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 flock

Wondrous grace that brought me to the flock!

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.