O Love, How Deep, How Broad, How High

1. O love, how deep, how broad, how high, How pass- ing thought and fan- ta- sy, That God, the Son of God, should take Our mor- tal form for mor- tals' sake!

2. He sent no an- gel to our race Of high- er or of low- er place, But wore the robe of hu- man frame And He Him- self, to this world came.

3. Nor willed He on- ly to ap- pear; His plea- sure was to tar- ry here; And God and Man with man would be The space of thir- ty years and three.

4. For us bap- tized, for us He bore His ho- ly fast and hun- gered sore, For us temp- ta- tions sharp He knew; For us the temp- ter o- ver- threw.

5. For us He prayed; for us He taught; For us His dai- ly works He wrought; By words and signs and ac- tions thus Still seek- ing not Him- self, but us.