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

Nor willed He only to appear;
His pleasure was to tarry here;
And God and Man with man would be The space of thirty years and three.

Verse 4

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 5

For us He prayed;
for us He taught;
For us His daily works He wrought;
By words and signs and actions thus Still seeking not Himself,

but us.

Verse 6

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 7

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 8

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