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 listen to his calls, grieved him by a thousand falls.
There for me the Savior stands, shows his wounds and open hands. God is love! I know, I feel; Jesus loves and seeks me still.
Now incline me to repent, let me all my sins lament; now my rebel heart deplore; turn, believe, and sin no more.