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"