THY ceaseless, unexhausted love, Unmerited and free, Delights our evil to remove, And help our misery.
Thou waitest to be gracious still; Thou dost with sinners bear, That, saved, we may Thy goodness feel, And all Thy grace declare.
Thy goodness and Thy Truth to me, To every saint, abound, A vast, unfathomable sea, Whose depths we cannot sound.
Faithful, O Lord, Thy mercies are, A rock that cannot move! A thousand promises declare Thy constancy of love.
Throughout the universe it reigns, Unalterably sure; And while the Truth of God remains, Such goodness shall endure.
Charles Wesley, 1707-88