Depth of Mercy

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.

Jesus speaks, and pleads His blood!

He disarms the wrath of God;

Now my Father’s mercies move,

Justice lingers into love.

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.

Now incline me to repent;

Let me now my fall lament;

Deeply my revolt deplore,

Weep, believe, and sin no more.

- Charles Wesley, 1740