| 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 of God | |
| Grace that brought me to the fold of God. | |
| He died for me while I was sinning, needy and poor and blind | |
| He whispered to assure me: "I've found thee; thou art Mine" | |
| I never heard a sweeter voice, it made my aching heart rejoice. | |
| Upon His grace I'll daily ponder, and sing anew His praise | |
| With all adoring wonder, His blessings I retrace | |
| It seems as if eternal days, are far too short to sing His praise. |
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