The Hymnal ‎#207

207. O love, how deep, how broad, how high

1 O love, how deep, how broad, how high,
How passing thought and fantasy,
That God, the Son of God, should take
Our mortal form for mortals' 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, for us He bore
His holy fast, and hungered sore;
For us temptations sharp He knew,
For us the tempter overthrew.

3 For us He preaches and He prays;
Would do all things, would try all ways;
By words, and signs, and actions, thus
Still seeking not Himself, but us.

4 For us to wicked men betrayed,
Scourged, mocked, in crown of thorns arrayed,
For us he bore the cross's death,
For us at length gave up His breath.

5 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.

6 All honor, laud, and glory be
O Jesus, Virgin-born, to Thee,
All glory, as is ever meet
To Father, and to Paraclete.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: O love, how deep, how broad, how high
• Translator: Rev. John M. Neale
• Publication Date: 1895
• Source: Anon. (Latin, 15th cent.)

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