Depths of Mercy

What a place of great sorrow and joy all mixed together is mercy! Sorrow on my part, once I realize, as a child, the broken heart of my Heavenly Father, the broken heart of the dear Savior.

Yes, true repentance leads to true forgiveness, and the opportunity for true freedom, and what a glorious freedom it is indeed!

When once realized that the Holy Lord of glory, who so suffered upon a cruel cross, who poured out His life while here on this earth and even now continually pours out His life to cleanse, to pardon, and to free from all vile stain, there is no word to describe the depth of that realization.

Oh how our own hearts can deceive us. How easily we can doubt the power of God to cleanse, to heal what the enemy has ruined; and to fill us with an unyielding, unflinching love and devotion for Him who seeks after the wandering sheep.

Oh, may we all be as that picture in scripture of the woman who poured out her precious oil, even an oil of mourning onto the feet of Jesus at the Pharisee's home; not focusing on any shame- only focusing on He who removes shame with His love and Word. [i]... her sins which are many, are forgiven.... and He said to her, 'Thy sins are forgiven.'[/i]

Lord, let us never forget the sound of that beautiful phrase: [i] Thy sins are forgiven [/i]

Then we will remember that our life is not our own, that we were bought with a price. That our now redeemed life belongs to the King of Kings, and all is His: time, thought, sorrow, struggle, loves, words, prayers, business... all belongs to Him. Yet, He graciously gives us back to steward these things for Him.

Depth of Mercy- Charles Wesley

[i]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 with-stood His grace,
Long provoked Him to His face,
Would not hearken to His calls,
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.

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

There for me my Savior stands,
Holding forth His wounded hands;
God is love! I know, I feel,
Jesus weeps and loves me still. [/i]

Blessed be the name of the Lamb of God, slain for sinners since the foundation of the world. Our Lord Jesus Christ: [i] Wherefore He is able to save to the uttermost them that come unto God by Him, seeing He ever liveth to make intercession for them.[/i]

Praise His dear name, that name above [b]every[/b] name!

This is beautiful! I love it.

I think this is the full version

Charles Wesley’s Depth of Mercy
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.

ravenmolehil wrote:
Whence to me this waste of love?
Ask my Advocate above!
See the cause in Jesus’ face,
Now before the throne of grace.

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,

Lo! I still walk on the ground:
Lo! an Advocate is found:
“Hasten not to cut Him down,
Let this barren soul alone.”

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.

Thank you SO much for this full version, it is beautiful!
Some of this reminds me of another hymn, a verse from it:
Five bleeding wounds He bears
Received on Calvary
They pour effectual prayers
They strongly speak for me
'Forgive him, Oh! forgive they cry,
forgive him, Oh! forgive they cry,
Nor let the ransomed sinner die..

I looked it up as I had forgotten a word or two, another Charles Wesley Hymn:
Arise, My Soul Arise
Vs 1
Arise, my soul, arise, shake off they guilty fears;
A bleeding sacrifice
In my behalf appears;
Before the throne my surety stands,
Before the throne my surety stands,
My name is written on his hands.

Vs 2 above,
Vs 3 (in the hymnal)
My God is reconciled,
His pard'ning voice I hear,
He owns me for a child,
I can no longer fear;
With confidence I know draw nigh
With confidence I now draw night,
And Father, Abba, Father, cry

Love those hymns that have more to them than most modern sermons!