68. In Tenderness He Sought Me

  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.

    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!

  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!

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