In Tenderness

In tenderness He sought me
Weary and sick with sin
And on His shoulders brought me
Into 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

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 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

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!
Wondrous grace that brought me to His fold!