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!