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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 scorned Son of God,
Trampled on the Son of God,
Would not hearken to His calls,
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.
I have spilt His precious blood,
Trampled on the Son of God,
Filled with pangs unspeakable,
I, who yet am not in hell!
I my Master have denied,
I afresh have crucified,
And profaned His hallowed Name,
Put Him to an open shame.
Whence to me this waste of love?
Ask my Advocate above!
See the cause in Jesus’ face,
Now before the throne of grace.
Jesus, answer from above,
Is not all Thy nature love?
Wilt Thou not the wrong forget,
Permit me to kiss Thy feet?
If I rightly read Thy heart,
If Thou all compassion art,
Bow Thine ear, in mercy bow,
Pardon and accept me now.
Jesus speaks, and pleads His blood!
He disarms the wrath of God;
Now my Father’s mercies move,
Justice lingers into love.
Kindled His relentings are,
Me He now delights to spare,
Cries, “How shall I give thee up?”
Lets the lifted thunder drop.
Lo! I still walk on the ground:
Lo! an Advocate is found:
“Hasten not to cut Him down,
Let this barren soul alone.”
Still for me the Saviour stands,
Shows His wounds and spreads His hands.
God is love! I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps and loves me still.
Pity from Thine eye let fall,
By a look my soul recall;
Now the stone to flesh convert,
Cast a look, and break my heart.
Lord, incline me to repent,
Let me now my fall lament,
Deeply my revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
---Alternative verses---
I have long withstood his grace;
Long provoked him to his face;
Would not hear his gracious 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.
There for me the Saviour stands,
Shows His wounds and spreads His hands.
God is love! I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps and loves me still.
Now incline me to repent;
Let me now my fall lament,
Deeply my revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
Now incline me to repent,
Let me now my sins lament,
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1740
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 4:1; Tit 3:5;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1889 | # 168 | | 2005 | # 254 | | 1956 | # 242 | | 2004 | # 839 | | 2000 | # 820 | | 1890 | # 176 | | 1954 | # 358 | | 1955 | # 23 | | | # 486 | | 1866 | # 592 | | 1989 | # 355 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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SEYMOUR
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1826,1851
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 19 | No key | | # 33 | F | | # 171 | F | | # 242 | F | | # 254 | F | | # 510 | F | | # 486 | F | | # 428 | F | | # 567 | F | | # 756 | F |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 7 7 7 7 | | 7 7 7 7 | | 7 7 7 7 | | 7 7 7 7 | | 7 7 7 7 | | 7 7 7 7 | | 7 7 7 7 |
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