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.