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Verse 1
AIn tenderC#mness He Esought Bme AWeary and C#msick with sEin B AAnd on His C#mshoulders bErought mBe ABack to His fC#mold Eagain B AWhile angelsC#m in His Epresence Bsang,A until the coC#murts of hEeaven rBang
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AO - o - C#moh the Elove that Bsought me! AO - o -C#m oh the Eblood that Bbought me! AOh the C#mgrace that Ebrought me to the fBold of AGod C#mGrace that brought me Bto the fold of God
Verse 2 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 Verse 3 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.