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 the kind and perfect ways,
Making clear my desp'rate 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.
