Acts: Wandering in the wild

II w I not I for fori- years
Wandering in the wilderness
Tempted by my doubts and fears,
Grieved the Spirit of His grace;
By rebellions multiplied
Dared my Angel-Guide to' offend,
Jesus' utmost patience tried,
Found His mercies never end.

Yes, Thou hast my manners borne,
God of love, to anger slow:
When I would to sin return,
Still Thou wouldst not let me go;
Oft as in my heart I err'd
Thou wast ready to forgive,
Hast till now the rebel spared,
Strangely suffer'd me to live.

O the depths of mercy shown
One who did Thee such despite!
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.