In Tenderness - Citizens

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

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

Upon His grace I’ll daily 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

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