Depth of mercy!--can there be
Mercy
still reserved for me?
Can
my God His wrath forbear?
Me,
the chief of sinners, spare?
2
I
have long withstood His grace,
Long
provoked Him to His face,
Would
not hearken to His calls,
Grieved
Him by a thousand falls.
3
Now
incline me to repent;
Let
me now my sins lament;
Now
my foul revolt deplore,
Weep,
believe, and sin no more.
4
There
for me the Savior stands,
Shows
His wounds and spreads His hands;
God
is love! I know, I feel;
Jesus
weeps, and loves me still.