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 harken to his calls, grieved him by a thousand falls.
I my Master have denied, I afresh have crucified,
Oft profaned his hallowed name, put him to an open shame.
There 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.
Now incline me to repent, let me now my sins lament,
Now my foul revolt deplore, weep, believe, and sin no more.
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Christ, I claim you as my King, Lord accept my everything,
Emmanuel, at last I cry, you alone can satisfy.
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