Depth of mercy can there be? Mercy still reserved for me? Can my God, His wrath, forbear, 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 1000 falls, I my Master have denied, I afresh have crucified, oft profaned His hallowed name, put Him to an open shame. There for me, the savior stands, shows his wounds and spreads his hands. God is love, I know, I feel. Jesus weeps but loves me still. Now incline me to repent. Let me now my fall lament. Now my foul revolt deplore. Yeap, believe, and sin no more. Charles Wesley.