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.
There for me the Saviour stands, Shows His wounds and spreads His hands; God is love, I know, I feel, Jesus pleads, and loves me still. Why to me this waste of love? Ask my Advocate above. See the cause in Jesus’ face, Now before the throne of grace.
If I rightly read Thy heart, If Thou all compassion art, Bow Thine ear, in mercy bow; Pardon and accept me now. Now incline me to repent; Let me now my fall lament: Now my foul revolt deplore; Weep, believe, and sin no more.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88