Depth of mercy! Can there be

Mercy reaching even me?

God the Just His wrath forbears,

Me, the chief of sinners, spares.

So many times my heart has strayed

From His kind and perfect ways,

Making clear my desperate need

For His blood poured out for me.

Give me grace, Lord, let me own

All the wrongs that I have done;

Let me now my sins deplore,

Look to you, and sin no more.

There for me the Savior stands

Holding forth His wounded hands,

Scars which ever cry for me,

Once condemned, but now set free.


(text by Charles Wesley, adapted by Bob Kauflin)