God, and can it really be
That I Thy mercy slight,
And from Thy counsels turn away?
Thou God of truth and light!
I know that I am lost—undone,
That I must shortly die,—
And yet to think vain mortal man
Can pass salvation by.
Thy love, so wondrous, full, and free,
Has lengthened out the day,
When sinners lost may be brought nigh,
With naught to do or pay.
Lord, I trust Thy grace divine,—
E’en now I come to Thee,
cleanse me by Thy precious blood—
Which flowed on Calvary.
By faith I look from self to Christ
My Saviour, He alone,
I see Him dying on the tree—
I see Him on the throne.
What heights! what depths of love divine!
O! boundless full supply!—
I’m pardoned, and I wait to share
Thy glories bye and bye.
ML 01/18/1925