Wesley Corpus

1 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 I my Master have denied; I afresh have crucified, oft profaned His hallowed name, put Him to an open shame. 4 There for me the Savior stands, shows His wounds and spreads His hands. God is love! I know, I feel; Jesus weeps, but loves me still! 5 Now incline me to repent, let me now my fall lament; now my foul revolt deplore! weep, believe, and sin no more.