Depth of mercy, can there be Mercy still reserved for me? Can God his wrath forbear Me, a sinner, spare? There my savior stands Holding out his wounded hands God is love, I know, I feel He loves me "still" My master I¹ve denied And I have crucified I¹ve profaned his hallowed name Put him to an open shame And I know, I know that he loves me "still" And I know, I know that he loves me "still"