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.
Kindled His repentings are;
Me He still delights to spare:
Cries,—How shall I give thee up?
Lets the lifted thunder drop.
There for me the Saviour stands;
Shows His wounds, and spreads His hands;
God is love, I know, I feel;
Jesus pleads, and loves me still.
Jesus answer from above:
Is not all Thy nature love?
Wilt Thou not the wrong forget?
Suffer 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 eve 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 fall lament;
Now, my foul revolt deplore;
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
ML 05/20/1906