O Love, How Deep

O love

how deep

how broad

how high

It fills the heart with ec­sta­sy

That God

the Son of God

should take

Our mor­tal form for mor­tals’ sake!

He sent no an­gel to our race

Of high­er or of low­er place

But wore the robe of hu­man frame

Himself

and to this lost world came.

For us bap­tized

for us He bore

His ho­ly fast and hun­gered sore

For us temp­ta­tion sharp He knew;

For us the tempt­er ov­er­threw.

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.

For us to wick­ed men be­trayed

Scourged

mocked

in purp­le robe ar­rayed

He bore the shame­ful cross and death

For us gave up His dy­ing breath.

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.

To Him whose bound­less love has won

Salvation for us through His Son

To God the Fa­ther

glo­ry be

Both now and through eter­ni­ty.