C. Wesley

7.7.7.7.

DEPTH of mercy! Can there be

Mercy still reserved for me?

Can my God His wrath forbear?

Me, the chief of sinners, spare?

2

I have long withstood His grace,

Long provoked Him to His face;

Would not hearken to His calls,

Grieved Him by a thousand falls.

3

Whence to me this waste of love?

Ask my Advocate above;

See the cause in Jesus’ face,

Now before the throne of grace.

4

There for me the Saviour stands,

Shows His wounds, and spreads His hands;

God is love, I know, I feel;

Jesus weeps, and loves me still.

5

Jesus, answer from above;

Is not all Thy nature love?

Wilt Thou not the wrong forget?

Suffer me to kiss Thy feet?

6

If I rightly read Thy heart,

If Thou all compassion art,

Bow Thine ear, in mercy bow,

Pardon and accept me now!