O Love, How Deep, How Broad, How High

Verse 1

O love, how deep, how broad, how high,
How passing thought and fantasy,
That God, the Son of God, should take
Our mortal form for mortals’ sake!

Verse 2

He sent no angel to our race,
Of higher or of lower place,
But wore the robe of human frame,
And He Himself to this world came.

Verse 3

For us baptized, for us He bore
His holy fast, and hungered sore,
For us temptations sharp He knew,
For us the tempter overthrew.

Verse 4

For us He preaches and He prays,
Would do all things, would try all ways;
By words, and signs, and actions, thus
Still seeking not Himself, but us.

Verse 5

For us to wicked men betrayed,
Scourged, mocked, in crown of thorns arrayed;
For us He bore the cross’s death,
For us at length gave up His breath.

Verse 6

For us He rose from death again,
For us He went on high to reign,
For us He sent His Spirit here
To guide, to strengthen, and to cheer.

Verse 7

All honor, laud, and glory be,
O Jesus, Virgin-born, to Thee;
All glory, as is ever meet,
To Father, and to Paraclete.