Mercy for the Chief of Sinners.

DEPTH of mercy!—can there be Mercy still reserved for me? Can my God his wrath forbear, And the chief of sinners spare?

I have long withstood his grace; Long provoked him to his face; Would not hear his gracious calls; Grieved him by a thousand falls.

Jesus, answer from above: Is not all thy nature love? Wilt thou not the wrong forget? Lo, I fall before thy feet.

Now incline me to repent; Let me now my fall lament, Deeply my revolt deplore, Weep, believe, and sin no more.