Saturday, January 2, 2016

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 His presence sang until courts of heaven rang.

He washed the bleeding sin-wounds, and poured in oil and wine
He whispered to assure me, "I've found thee, thou are 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 Iretrace.
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 brighest and the best,
when He will call us to His side, to be with Him, His spotless bride.

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!