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.
O the love that sought me,
O the love that bought me,
O 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 love that bought me!
Oh, the grace that brought
me to the fold!
Wondrous grace that
brought me to the fold!
Oh, the love that sought me
Oh, the love that taught me
Oh, the grace that brought me
to the fold
Wondrous grace that brought me to the fold