Depth of Mercy

Praise God that there is not a measurable depth to his mercy. That it is never ending, ever flowing, and full of grace. A thousand times over should I have been consumed by my Father’s wrath for the sins that I committed against his infinite mercies. Yet I am not consumed and more mercy is ever poured out upon me. In this life I deserve nothing, but through Christ I have gained more than this world could ever impart: peace and happiness, joy and comfort, love and mercy, and a Holy Spirit that speaks and assures me of those great things promised in God’s holy word. The most amazing thing, is that there is mercy out there enough for everyone and God wants to impart it upon all.

I am going to be posting on my site for a while Charles Wesley’s amazing poems and hymns. How they have spoken to my heart, they bring tears to my eyes as he reminds me of the infinite and matchless grace of my Lord and Christ whom I dearly love with all my heart. If you would like to read them for your self you may go to www.cyberhymnal.com and search people for Charles Wesley.

I hope that you are truly blessed and your eyes are opened to some hymn songs that have been long neglected, yet still speak volumes of love, mercy and grace.

"Depth of Mercy"
Charles Wesley

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.

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.”

There for me the Savior 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.

Now incline me to repent,
Let me now my sins lament,
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.