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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

  • Album: English Hymns, Artist: W Spencer Walton, Language: English, Viewed: 805 times