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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 withstood His grace; Long provoked Him to His face; Would not hearken to His calls; Grieved Him by a thousand falls. Kindled His relentings are; Me He now delights to spare; Now my Father's mercies move, Justice lingers into love Lo! 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. -unknown
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