| In tenderness he sought me
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| Weary and sick with sin
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| And on His shoulders brought me
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| Back to His fold again
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| While angels in His presence sang
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| Until the courts of heaven rang
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| Oh, the love that sought me!
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| Oh, the blood that bought me!
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| Oh, the grace that brought me to the fold of God
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| Grace that brought me to the fold of God
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| He died for me while I was sinning
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| Needy and poor and blind
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| He whispered to assure me
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| «I've found thee; |
| thou art Mine»
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| I never heard a sweeter voice
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| It made my aching heart rejoice
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| Oh, the love that sought me!
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| Oh, the blood that bought me!
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| Oh, the grace that brought me to the fold of God
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| Grace that brought me to the fold of God
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| Upon His grace I’ll daily ponder
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| And sing anew His praise
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| With all adoring wonder
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| His blessings I retrace
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| It seems as if eternal days
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| Are far too short to sing His praise
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| Oh, the love that sought me!
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| Oh, the blood that bought me!
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| Oh, the grace that brought me to the fold of God
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| Grace that brought me to the fold of God |