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: 774 times