168. In Tenderness He Sought Me
P.M.
1
In tenderness He sought me,
And on His shoulders brought me
While tidings of the lost one found
Made heaven’s courts with praise resound.
Oh, the love that sought me!
Oh, the blood that bought me!
Oh, the grace that brought me to Himself,
Wondrous grace that brought me to Himself.
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.
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.
4
I’m sitting in His presence,
The sunshine of His face,
While with adoring wonder
It seems as if eternal days
Are far too short to sound His praise.
5
So while the hours are passing,
I’m waiting for the morning,
The brightest and the best,
When He will call me to His side,
The portion of His spotless bride.