Depth of mercy! Can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forebear,
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.
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