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                            In tenderness He sought me,
  Weary and sick with sin,
And on His shoulders brought me
  Into His flock again.
While angels in His presence sang
Until the courts of heaven rang.
                                                              GIn tenderness 
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Dsought me, 
 
Weary and sick with 
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D7angels 
Gin His 
D7presence 
Gsang 
 
Un
Atil the 
A7courts of 
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D7rang. 
 
 
                                                                                                 
                                  
                                               
                        Oh, the love that sought me!
  Oh, the blood that bought me!
Oh, the grace that brought me to the flock,
Wondrous grace that brought me to the flock!
                                                      GOh, the 
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Dsought me! 
 
Oh, the blood that 
Gbought me! 
 
Oh, the grace that 
D7brought me 
Gto the 
Dflock, 
 
GWondrous 
Cgrace that 
Dbrought me 
D7to the 
Gflock!
 
 
                                                                   
                                  
                                                                            2
                            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.
                                                              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 flock,
Wondrous grace that brought me to the flock!
                                                      Oh, the love that sought me!
  Oh, the blood that bought me!
Oh, the grace that brought me to the flock,
Wondrous grace that brought me to the flock!
                                                                   
                                  
                                                                            3
                            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.
                                                              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 flock,
Wondrous grace that brought me to the flock!
                                                      Oh, the love that sought me!
  Oh, the blood that bought me!
Oh, the grace that brought me to the flock,
Wondrous grace that brought me to the flock!
                                                                   
                                  
                                                                            4
                            I’m sitting in His presence,
  The sunshine of His face,
While with adoring wonder
  His blessings I retrace.
It seems as if eternal days
Are far too short to sound His praise.
                                                              I’m sitting in His presence,
  The sunshine of His face,
While with adoring wonder
  His blessings I retrace.
It seems as if eternal days
Are far too short to sound His praise.
                                                                                                 
                                  
                                               
                        Oh, the love that sought me!
  Oh, the blood that bought me!
Oh, the grace that brought me to the flock,
Wondrous grace that brought me to the flock!
                                                      Oh, the love that sought me!
  Oh, the blood that bought me!
Oh, the grace that brought me to the flock,
Wondrous grace that brought me to the flock!
                                                                   
                                  
                                                                            5
                            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.
                                                              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.
                                                                                                 
                                  
                                               
                        Oh, the love that sought me!
  Oh, the blood that bought me!
Oh, the grace that brought me to the flock,
Wondrous grace that brought me to the flock!
                                                      Oh, the love that sought me!
  Oh, the blood that bought me!
Oh, the grace that brought me to the flock,
Wondrous grace that brought me to the flock!
                                                                   
                            
                                         
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Wanstead, London, United Kingdom
I woke up this with this timeless hymn ringing in my heart. Early this year, I asked the Lord to prepare me as His bride - and read the final text of this hymn, which I can't remember where and when I first heard it read "To be with, His spotless Bride" thrills my heart. O what a timeless and precious words. More of such songs the was birthed from the fire of His throne. May the Lord prepare His bride for His coming.
Thank you so much.
Amite, LA, U.S.A.
Beautiful melody classic words. I want a SATB arrangement.