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.
