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 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 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.
4 For us to wicked hands betrayed,
scourged, mocked, in purple robe arrayed,
he bore the shameful cross and death;
for us gave up his dying 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 glory to our Lord and God
for love so deep, so high, so broad;
the Trinity whom we adore
forever and forevermore.
|First Line:||O love, how deep, how broad, how high|
|Translator:||Benjamin Webb, 1819-1885|
|Source:||Latin, 15th cent.|
|Name:||DEUS TUORUM MILITUM|
|Harmonizer:||Basil Harwood, 1859-1949|
|Source:||Antiphoner, 1753; The English Hymnal, 1906, alt. (adapt.), harm. after Basil Harwood|