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!

2 For us baptized, for us He bore
His holy fast and hungered sore;
For us temptation sharp He knew;
For us the Tempter overthrew.

3 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.

4 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.

Amen.