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.

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!