Verse 1
Have not I for forty years
Wandring in the wilderness
Tempted by my doubts and fears,
Griev’d the Spirit of his grace,
By rebellions multiplied
Dared my Angel-Guide t’ offend,
Jesus’ utmost patience tried,
Found his mercies never end.
Verse 2
Yes, thou hast my manners borne,
God of love, to anger slow:
When I would to sin return,
Still Thou wou’dst not let me go;
Oft as in my heart I err’d,
Thou wast ready to forgive,
Hast till now the rebel spar’d,
Strangely suffer’d me to live.
Verse 3
O the depths of mercy shown
One who did thee such despight!
Infinite my sins I own,
Mercy is more infinite!
Let me then thy grace implore,
Since Thou hast so much forgiven,
Bear me a few moments more,
Lead me to my rest in heaven.