“Depth of mercy, can there be; mercy still reserved for me? Can my God His wrath forbear; me the chief of sinners spare?”

I don’t know about you, but this song writer said it so true; “I have long withstood His grace, long provoked Him to His face. Would not hearken to His calls, and grieved Him by a thousand falls. Why on me this waste of love? Ask the Savior from above. I see the pain in Jesus’ face, now before the throne of grace. There for me the Savior stands, shows His wounds and spreads His hands, then He whispers, “Come my child, there’s mercy here for you.” What a wonderful Savior!