Depth of mercy Can there be
mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear,
me, the chief of sinners, spare?
Whence to me this waste of love?
ask my advocate above!
See the cause in Jesus' face,
now before the throne of grace.
I have long withstood his grace,
long provoked Him to His face.
Would not harken to His calls,
grieve Him by a thousand falls.
There for me the Savior stands,
shows His wounds, and spreads His hands.
God is love, His grace so free,
depth of mercy, there for me.
I my Master have denied,
I afresh have crucified
And profane His hallowed name,
put Him to an open shame.
Jesus speaks and pleads His blood!
He disarms the wrath of God:
Now my Father's mercies move:
He receive me with His love.
