Keith & Kristyn Getty - Compassion hymn

There is an ^Feverlasting ^Ckindness You ^Flavished on ^Cus When the ^FRadiance of ^Cheaven Came to ^Frescue the ^Glost; You called the ^Fsheep without a ^Cshepherd To ^Fleave their dis^Ctress For your ^Fstreams of for^Cgiveness And the ^Fshade of Your ^Crest.

And with com^Fpassion for the ^Churting, You ^Freached out Your ^Chand As the ^Flame ran to ^Cmeet You And the ^Fdead breathed a^Ggain; You saw be^Fhind the eyes of ^Csorrow And ^Fshared in our ^Ctears, Heard the ^Fsigh of the ^Cweary, Let the ^Fchildren draw ^Cnear.

What ^Gboundless love, What ^Cfathomless ^Fgrace You have ^Fshown us, O ^CGod of com^Cpas^Gsion! Each ^Gday we live An ^Coffering of ^Fpraise As we ^Fshow to the ^Cworld Your com^Gpas^Csion.

We stood be^Fneath the cross of ^CCalvary And ^Fgazed on Your ^Cface At the ^Fthorns of op^Cpression And the ^Fwounds of dis^Ggrace, For surely ^FYou have borne our ^Csuffering And ^Fcarried our ^Cgrief As You ^Fpardoned the ^Cscoffer And showed ^Fgrace to the ^Cthief.

How beauti^Fful the feet that ^Ccarry This ^Fgospel of ^Cpeace To the ^Ffields of in^Cjustice And the ^Fvalleys of ^Gneed— To be a ^Fvoice of hope and ^Chealing, To ^Fanswer the ^Ccries Of the ^Fhungry and ^Chelpless With the ^Fmercy of ^CChrist.