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.