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 harken to His calls,
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.

Kindled His relentings are,
Me He now delights to spare;
Cries, "How shall I give thee up?"
Lets the lifted thunder drop.

There for me the Savior stands,
Shows His wounds and spreads His hands;
God is love; I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps, but loves me still.