Depth of mercy!

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Depth of mercy! Can there be

mercy still reserved for me?

Can my God His wrath frobear,

me, the chief of sinners spare,

me, the chief of sinners spare?



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I have long withstood His grace,

long provoked Him to His face,

would not hearken to His calls,

grieved Him by a thousand falls,

grieved Him by a thousand falls.



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Whence to me this waste of love?

Ask my advocate above;

see the cause in Jesus' face,

now before the throne of grace,

now before the throne of grace.



.4

There for me the Saviour stands,

shows His wounds and spreads His hands.

God is love, I know, I feel,

Jesus lives and loves me still,

Jesus lives and loves me still.

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