GOD of unfathomable love, Whose stores of deep compassion move To Adam’s fallen race: Here, at Thy feet, a sinner see, In tender mercy look on me, And all my sins efface.
Thee, Holy God, have I defied; In judgement Thou art justified; Why should I be forgiven? I long abused Thy patient grace, And long provoked Thee to Thy face; I dared the wrath of Heaven.
O let Thy love to me o’erflow, Thine all-surpassing kindness show: Abundantly forgive; Remove my vile and guilty load, Blot out my sin with Jesus’ blood, And bid this sinner live.
Take the strong power of sin away, Nor let me in its bondage stay; My inmost soul convert; O wash me from my ugly stain, Come, Lord, and make me throughly clean, Create me pure in heart.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88