81. Depth of mercy! can there be, Mercy still
Depth of mercy! can there be, Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear? Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
2 I have long withstood His grace, Long provoked Him to His face;
Would no hearken to His calls, Grieved Him by a thousand falls.
3 I my Master have denied, I afresh have crucified,
Oft profaned his hallowed name, put him to an open shame.
4 There for me the Saviour stands,
Shows His wounds, and spreads His hands;
God is love, I know, I feel; Jesus weeps, and loves me still.
5 Now incline me to repent, let me now my sins lament,
Now my foul revolt deplore, weep, believe, and sin no more.