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.

I my mas­ter have de­nied

I afresh have cru­ci­fied

And pr­ofaned His hal­lowed name

Put Him to an op­en shame.

I have spilt His pre­cious blood

Trampled on the Son of God

Filled with pangs un­speak­able

I

who yet am not in hell!

Lo! I still walk on the ground:

Lo! an ad­vo­cate is found:

Hasten not to cut him down

Let this bar­ren soul alone.

Jesus speaks

and pleads His blood!

He dis­arms the wrath of God;

Now my Fa­ther’s mer­cies move

Justice lin­gers in­to love.

Kindled His re­lent­ings are

Me He now de­lights to spare

Cries

How shall I give thee up?

Lets the lift­ed thun­der drop.

Whence to me this waste of love?

Ask my ad­vo­cate above!

See the cause in Je­sus’ face

Now be­fore the throne of grace.

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.

Jesus

an­swer from above

Is not all Thy na­ture love?

Wilt Thou not the wrong for­get

Permit me to kiss Thy feet?

If I right­ly read Thy heart

If Thou all com­pas­sion art

Bow Thine ear

in mer­cy bow

Pardon and ac­cept me now.

Pity from Thine eye let fall

By a look my soul re­call;

Now the stone to flesh con­vert

Cast a look

and break my heart.

Now in­cline me to re­pent

Let me now my sins la­ment

Now my foul re­volt de­plore

Weep

be­lieve

and sin no more.