Today’s devotional at Vicars Versicles includes the wonderful song Depth of Mercy by Bob Kauflin of Sovereign Grace Music, a contemporary adaptation of Charles Wesley’s hymn. This is the title track from their 1997 album Depth of Mercy:
Depth of mercy can there be
Mercy reaching even me
God the Just His wrath forbears
Me the chief of sinners spares
So many times my heart has strayed
From His kind and perfect ways
Making clear my desperate need
For His blood poured out for me
Give me grace Lord let me own
All the wrongs that I have done
Let me now my sins deplore
Look to You and sin no more
There for me the Savior stands
Holding forth His wounded hands
Scars which ever cry for me
Once condemned but now set freefrom Depth of Mercy, released 01 November 1997
Original words by Charles Wesley, music and additional words by Bob Kauflin
© 1997 Sovereign Grace Praise (BMI)
The group Selah also has a lovely adaptation of this hymn as well:
But neither of those lovely and excellent contemporary renditions do full justice to Charles Wesley’s incredible hymn. They only include a few verses. Wesley’s hymn has 13 verses!!
There is also a lovely traditional piano-based choral arrangement of Wesley’s Hymn by Penny Rodriguez. It includes most of the 13 verses though they are slightly rearranged. As I am not finding a streaming version online, I’ve uploaded the song from my personal music library. It’s a wonderful rendition:
As you listen, ponder all the verses of Wesley’s hymn and let the truth of God’s AMAZING mercy sink into the depths of your heart – He loved us and died for us when we were His enemies and utterly rebellious in our sins. He loves us still even when we show contempt for the riches of His kindness and mercy and grace to us in Christ.
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 my master have denied,
I afresh have crucified,
And profaned His hallowed name,
Put Him to an open shame.
I have spilt His precious blood,
Trampled on the Son of God,
Filled with pangs unspeakable,
I, who yet am not in hell!
Lo! I still walk on the ground:
Lo! an advocate is found:
Hasten not to cut him down,
Let this barren soul alone.
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.
Whence to me this waste of love?
Ask my advocate above!
See the cause in Jesus’ face,
Now before the throne of grace.
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.
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.
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.
— (Ephesians 2:1-9 ESV)