Depth of mercy! can there be Mercy still reserved for me? Can my God his wrath forbear? Me, the chief of sinners, spare? Cho.--God is love; I know, I feel; Jesus weeps and loves me still; Jesus weeps and loves me still. 2 I have long withstood his grace, Long provoked him to his face; Would not hearken to his calls; Grieved him by a thousand falls. 3 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. 4 Now incline me to repent; Let me now my fall lament; Now my foul revolt deplore; Weep, believe, and sin no more. Charles Wesley, 1740. 195 Lenox. H.M. _The Jubilee Proclaimed._ (461) Blow ye the trumpet, blow! The gladly solemn sound, Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound, The year of jubilee is come, Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 2 Jesus, our great High Priest, Hath full atonement made: Ye weary spirits! rest, Ye mournful souls! be glad; The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners! home. 3 Extol the Lamb of God,-- The all-atoning Lamb; Redemption in his blood, Throughout the world, proclaim; The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners! home. 4 Ye, who have sold for naught Your heritage above! Shall have it back unbought, The gift of Jesus' love; The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners! home. Charles Wesley, 1755. 196 Lenox. H. M. _The Sacrifice._ Arise, my soul, arise, Shake off thy guilty fears; The bleeding sacrifice In my behalf appears; Before the throne my Surety stands, My name is written on his hands. 2 He ever lives above, For me to intercede; His all-redeeming love, His precious blood to plead; His blood atoned for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, Received on Calvary; They pour effectual prayers, They strongly speak for me; Forgive him, O forgive, they cry, Nor let that ransomed sinner die. 4 The Father hears him pray, His dear Anointed One; He cannot turn away The presence of his Son; His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God. 5 My God is reconciled, His pard'ning voice I hear, He owns me for his child, I can no longer fear; With confidence I now draw nigh, And Father, Abba, Father, cry. 197 All to Christ I Owe. 6s. _Jesus Paid It All._ I hear the Savior say, Thy strength indeed is small; Child of weakness, watch and pray, Find in me thine all in all. Cho.--Jesus paid it all, All to him I owe; Sin had left a crimson stain, He washed it white as snow. 2 Lord, now indeed I find Thy power, and thine alone, Can change the leper's spots, And melt the heart of stone. 3 For nothing good have I Whereby thy grace to claim-- I'll wash my garment white In the blood of Calvary's Lamb. 4 When from my dying bed My ransomed soul shall rise, Then "Jesus paid it all" Shall rend the vaulted skies.