Depth of Mercy

Depth of mercy! Can there be Mercy still reserved for me? Can my God His wrath forbear, Me, the chief of sinners, spare? 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. Grieved Him by a thousand falls. I my Master have denied, I afresh have crucified, And profaned His hallowed Name, Put Him to an open shame. Put Him to an open shame. Now incline me to repent Let me now my sins lament Now my foul revolt deplore Turn, believe, and sin no more. Turn, believe, and sin, no more. There for me the Savior stands, Holding out His nail scarred hands. God is love! I know, I feel; Jesus saves and loves me still. Jesus saves and loves me still