In Tenderness He Sought Me

I
[C]In tender[m]ness He [G]sought [D]me,
[C]Weary and [Em]sick with [G]sin, [D]
[C]And on His [E]shoulders [G]brought [D]me
[C]Back to His [Em]fold [G]again.[D]
[C]While angels [Em]in His [G]presence [D]sang
[C]Until the [Em]courts of [G]heaven [D]rang.

[Em]O the [G]love that [D]sought me!
[Em]O the [G]blood that [D]bought me!
O the [Em]grace that [G]brought me to the [D]fold, [C]God
Wondrous [G]grace that brought me [D]to the fold!

II
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!

O the love that sought me!
O the blood that bought me!
O the grace that brought me to the fold,
Wondrous grace that brought me to the fold!

III
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.

O the love that sought me!
O the blood that bought me!
O the grace that brought me to the fold,
Wondrous grace that brought me to the fold!

IV
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.

O the love that sought me!
O the blood that bought me!
O the grace that brought me to the fold,
Wondrous grace that brought me to the fold!