521. Depth of Mercy

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. Now incline me to repent; Let me now my sins lament; Now my foul revolt deplore, Weep, believe, and sin no more. There for me the Savior stands, Shows His wounds and spreads His hands; God is love! I know, I feel; Jesus weeps, and loves me still.