O Love, How Deep, How Broad, How High!
O love, how deep, how broad, how high!
How pass-ing thought and fan-ta-sy,
That God, the Son of God, should take
Our mor-tal form for mor-tals' sake!
For us bap-tized, for us He bore
His ho-ly fast, and hun-gered sore;
For us temp-ta-tions sharp He knew,
For us the temp-ter o-ver-threw.
For us to wick-ed men be-trayed,
Scourged, mocked, in crown of thorns ar-rayed;
For us He bore the cross-'s death,
For us at length gave up His breath.
For us He rose from death a-gain,
For us He went on high to reign;
For us He sent His Spir-it here
To guide, to strength-en, and to cheer.
All hon-or, laud, and glo-ry be,
O Je-sus, vir-gin-born, to Thee;
Whom with the Fa-ther we a-dore,
And Ho-ly Ghost, for-ev-er more.