1 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 mortal's sake.

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.

3 For us baptized, and us he bore
His holy fast, and hungered sore;
For us temptations sharp he knew,
For us, the tempter overthrew.

4 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.

5 For us, to wicked men betrayed,
Scourged, mocked, in crown of thorns arrayed,
He bore the shameful cross and death;
For us at length gave up his breath.

6 To him whose boundless love has won
Salvation for us through his Son,
To God the Father glory be,
Both now and through eternity.