Depth of mercy! Can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear,
And the chief of sinners spare?
I my Master have denied;
I afresh have crucified,
Oft profaned His hallowed name,
Put Him to an open shame.
Now incline me to repent;
Let me now my sins lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
There for me the Savior stands,
Holding forth His wounded hands;
God is love! I know, I feel,
Jesus weeps and loves me still.
[By Charles Wesley]