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 have long withstood his grace, long provoked him to his face.

Would not harken 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.

I my master have denied, I afresh have crucified

And profaned his hallowed name, put him to an open shame.

Jesus speaks and pleads his blood! He disarms the wrath of God.

Now my fathers mercies move, He receives me with his love.