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.