Verse 1
Father, and can it be
That thou shouldst still forbear,
Shouldst still reprieve and suffer me
Who all thy threatnings dare?
Who all thy mercies spurn,
A deep revolter I,
And ever to my vomit turn,
As resolute to die.

Verse 2
Soon as thy slighted grace
Doth on thy rebel call,
And yet again begin to raise
The sinner from his fall;
I weep, and watch, and pray:
And weary of the pain,
Forget my God, and sink away,
And plunge in sin again.

Verse 3
Yet O thou wilt not quit
A wretch that flies from thee,
Thee though I evermore forget,
Thou still remembrest me;
Ten thousand thousand times
Thou dost my sins pass by:
Thy mercies rise above my crimes,
And will not let me die.

Verse 4
O unexhausted grace,
O love unsearchable!
I am not gone to my own place,
I am not yet in hell!
Earth doth not open yet
My soul to swallow up;
And hanging o’er the yawning pit
I still am forc’d to hope.

Verse 5
I hope at last to find
The kingdom from above,
The settled peace, the constant mind,
The everlasting love;
The sanctifying grace
That makes me meet for home:
I hope to see thy glorious face
Where sin shall never come.

Verse 6
What shall I do to keep
The blessed hope I feel?
Still let me pray, and watch, and weep,
And serve thy pleasure still.
O never may I grieve
My kind long-suffering Lord,
But stedfastly to Jesus cleave,
And answer all thy word.

Verse 7
Lord, if thou hast bestow’d
On me this gracious fear,
This horror of offending God,
O keep it always here;
And that I never more
May from thy ways depart,
Enter with all thy mercy’s power,
And dwell within my heart.