Depth of Mercy

A copy of the last hymn from Sunday morning’s worship at Ballymacashon. Written by Charles Wesley, we usually sing this hymn to the tune of ‘Take my life.’  The words are so true to our Christian experience of forgiveness.

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 hearken to His calls,
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.

Whence to me this waste of love?
Ask my Advocate above!
See the cause in Jesus’ face,
Now before the throne of grace.

If I rightly read Thy heart,
If Thou all compassion art,
Bow thine ear, in mercy bow,
Pardon and accept me now.

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.

Now incline me to repent,
Let me now my sins lament,
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.