Depth of mercy! Can there be mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear, me, the chief of sinners, spare?
Whence to me this waste of love? Ask my Advocate above!
See the cause in Jesus’ face, now before the throne of grace.
I my Master have denied, I afresh have crucified,
And profaned His hallowed Name, put Him to an open shame.
“Depth of Mercy, Can It Be” (Charles Wesley)
Jesus speaks, and pleads His blood! He disarms the wrath of God;
Now my Father’s mercies move; He receives me with His love.
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 Savior stands, shows His wounds, and spreads His hands.
God is love, His grace so free. Depth of mercy, there for me.