IN TENDERNESS HE SOUGHT ME

W. SPENCER WALTON

1. In tenderness he sought me
Weary and sick with sin
And on his shoulders brought me back to his fold again
While angles in his presence sang
until the court of heaven rang

Chorus

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

2. He washed the bleeding sin wound
And poured in oil and wine
He whispered to assure me
I’ve found the, tho art mine
I never heard a sweeter voice
He made my aching heart rejoice

3. He pointed to a nail print
For me his blood was shed
A mocking crown so thorny
Was place upon his head
I wondered what he saw in me
To suffer such deep agony

4. In sitting in his presence
The sunshine in his face
While with adoring wonders
His blessing is retrace
It seems as if eternal days
As far too short to sound his praise

5. So while the hour was passing
All now is perfect rest
I’m waiting for the morning
The biggest and the best
When he will call us to his side
To be with him, in the spotless bride