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.

Whence To Me This Waste Of Love ?
Ask My Advocate Above !
See The Cause In Jesus’ Face,
Now Before The Throne Of Grace.

There For Me The Saviour Stands,
Shows His Wounds, And Spreads His
God Is Love, I Know, I Feel ; [Hands ;
Jesus Weeps, And Loves Me Still.

If I Rightly Read Thy Heart,
If Thou All Companion Art,
Bow Thine Ear, In Mercy Bow,
Pardon And Accept Me Now !