1. Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserv'd for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?

2. I have long withstood His grace;
Long provok'd Him to His face,
Would not hearken to His calls,
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.

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