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 

Oh the love that sought me! 
Oh the blood that bought me! 
Oh the grace that brought me to the fold of God 
Grace that brought me to the fold of God 

He died for me while I was sinning.. 
Needy and poor and blind 
He whispered to assure me... 
"I've found thee; thou art Mine" 
I never heard a sweeter voice, it made my aching heart rejoice 

Upon His grace I'll ponder 
and sing anew His praise 
With all adoring wonder, 
His blessings I retrace. 
It seems as if eternal days, are far too short to sing His praise.