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 !
2. lie found me bruised and dying, And poured in oil and wine ; He whispered to assure me, I've found thee â 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. Fro 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.