1 DEPTH of mercy! Can there be Mercy still reserved for me? Can my God His wrath forbear; Me, the chief of sinners, spare? 2 I have long withstood His grace, Long provoked Him to His face, Would not hearken to His calls, Grieved Him by a thousand falls. 3 I my Master have denied, I afresh have crucified, Oft profaned His hallow’d name, Put Him to an open shame. 4 I have spilt His precious blood, Trampled on the Son of God, Fill’d with pangs unspeakable, I—and yet am not in