Depth of mercy! Can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear,
And the chief of sinners spare?
I have long withstood his grace,
Long provoked him to his face;
Would not hear his gracious calls,
Grieved him by a thousand falls.
I my Master have denied,
I afresh have crucified,
And profaned his hallowed name,
Put him to an open shame.
Why for me this waste of love?
Ask my Advocate above!
See the cause in Jesus’ face,
Now before the throne of grace.
Jesus, answer from above,
Is not all thy nature love?
Wilt thou not the wrong forget?
Lo, I fall before thy feet.
Now incline me to repent,
Let me now my sins lament,
Deeply my revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.