1. O love, how deep, how broad, how high!
How passing thought and fantasy,
That Christ, the Son of God, should take
Our lowly form for mortals' sake.
2. Not as an angel to our race,
But Son of Man, of lower place,
Made like to us of human frame,
To this sad world of death he came.
3. For us baptized, for us he bore
His lonely fast, and hungered sore;
For us temptations sharp he knew;
For us the tempter overthrew.
4. For us to wicked men betrayed,
Scourged, mocked, in crown of thorns arrayed;
And on the cross in his last strife
Was lifted up to give us life.
5. For us he rose from death again,
For us as priest on high to reign.
For us on earth he sets his throne
To make his ransomed saints his own.