I like this a lot. Feels appropriate for the season. (Random thought: Isn’t it funny that Lent is during a time of year when the earth is starting to be made new again, too?)
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 holy name, put Him to an open shame.
Jesus speaks, and pleads His blood! He disarms the wrath of God;
Now my Father’s mercies move; justice lingers into love.
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.
–Charles Wesley, “Depth of Mercy”