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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 with stood His grace, Long provoked Him to His face,
Would not hearken to His 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.

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

- Charles Wesley, 1707-1788


(. . .i'm wretched, so utterly wretched
wholly underserving of your grace
have mercy on your servant oh Lord
take pity on this deplorable sight. . . )