Paroles : 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.