Oh, How Great Is Thy Compassion

Oh

how great is Thy com­pas­sion

Faithful Fa­ther

God of grace

That with all our fall­en race

And in our deep de­gra­da­tion

Thou wast mer­ci­ful that we

Might be saved eter­nal­ly!

Thy great love for this hath striv­en

That we may from sin be free

And for­ev­er live with Thee;

Yea

Thy Son Him­self hath giv­en

In His grace an ear­nest call

To His Sup­per un­to all.

And for this our soul’s sal­va­tion

Voucheth Thy good Spir­it

Lord

In Thy sac­ra­ments and Word.

He im­part­eth con­so­la­tion

Granteth us the gift of faith

That we fear nor hell nor death.

Lord

Thy mer­cy will not leave me—

Truth doth ev­er­more ab­ide—

Then in Thee will I con­fide.

Since Thy Word can­not de­ceive me

My sal­va­tion is to me

Well as­sured eter­nal­ly.

I will praise Thy great com­pas­sion

Faithful Fa­ther

God of grace

That with all our fall­en race

And in our deep de­gra­da­tion

Thou wast mer­ci­ful that we

Might bring end­less praise to Thee.