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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.
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In tenderness He
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sought me,
Weary and sick with
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sin,
And on His shoulders
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brought me
In
A7
to His flock a
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gain.
While
D7
angels
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in His
D7
presence
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sang
Un
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til the
A7
courts of heaven
D-D7
rang.
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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Oh, the love that
D
sought me!
Oh, the blood that
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bought me!
Oh, the grace that
D7
brought me
G
to the
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flock,
G
Wondrous
C
grace that
D
brought me
D7
to the
G-C-G
flock!
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.
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He washed the bleeding
D
sin-wounds,
And poured in oil and
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wine;
He whispered to
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assure me,
"I've
A7
found thee, thou art
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Mine:"
I
D7
never
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heard a
D7
sweeter
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voice,
It
A
made my
A7
aching heart
D-D7
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!
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Oh, the love that
D
sought me!
Oh, the blood that
G
bought me!
Oh, the grace that
D7
brought me
G
to the
D
flock,
G
Wondrous
C
grace that
D
brought me
D7
to the
G-C-G
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.
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He pointed to the
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nail-prints,
For me His blood was
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shed;
A mocking crown so
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thorny,
Was
A7
placed upon His
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head:
I
D7
wondered
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what He
D7
saw in
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me,
To
A
suffer
A7
such deep
D-D7
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!
G
Oh, the love that
D
sought me!
Oh, the blood that
G
bought me!
Oh, the grace that
D7
brought me
G
to the
D
flock,
G
Wondrous
C
grace that
D
brought me
D7
to the
G-C-G
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.
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I'm sitting in His
D
presence,
The sunshine of His
G
face,
While with adoring
D
wonder
His
A7
blessings I
D
retrace.
It
D7
seems as
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if
D7
eternal
G
days
Are
A
far too
A7
short to sound His
D-D7
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!
G
Oh, the love that
D
sought me!
Oh, the blood that
G
bought me!
Oh, the grace that
D7
brought me
G
to the
D
flock,
G
Wondrous
C
grace that
D
brought me
D7
to the
G-C-G
flock!
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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.
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So while the hours are
D
passing,
All now is perfect
G
rest;
I'm waiting for the
D
morning,
The
A7
brightest and the
D
best,
When
D7
He will
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call us
D7
to His
G
side,
To
A
be with
A7
Him, His spotless
D-D7
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!
G
Oh, the love that
D
sought me!
Oh, the blood that
G
bought me!
Oh, the grace that
D7
brought me
G
to the
D
flock,
G
Wondrous
C
grace that
D
brought me
D7
to the
G-C-G
flock!