Depth Of Mercy! Can There Be
Mercy Still Reserved For Me?
Can My God His Wrath Forbear?
Me, The Chief Of Sinners, Spare?

I Have Long Withstood His Grace:
Long Provoked Him To His Face;
Would Not Hearken To His Calls;
Grieved Him By A Thousand Falls.

I My Master Have Denied,
I Afresh Have Crucified,
Oft Profaned His Hallowed Name,
Put Him To An Open Shame.

There For Me The Savior Stands,
Shows His Wounds And Spreads His Hands:
God Is Love! I Know, I Feel;
Jesus Weeps, But Loves Me Still!

Now Incline Me To Repent!
Let Me Now My Fall Lament!
Now My Foul Revolt Deplore!
Weep, Believe, And Sin No More.

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