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In tenderness he sought me, weary and sick with sin |
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And on His shoulders brought me, back to His fold again |
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While angels in His presence sang, 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, needy and poor and blind |
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He whispered to assure me: "I've found thee; thou art Mine" |
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I never heard a sweeter voice, it made my aching heart rejoice. |
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Upon His grace I'll daily ponder, and sing anew His praise |
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With all adoring wonder, His blessings I retrace |
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It seems as if eternal days, are far too short to sing His praise. |