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.

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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