1 O love, how deep, how broad, how high,
Beyond all 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 to this world Himself He came.
3 For us baptized, for us He bore
His holy fast, and hungered sore;
For us temptation sharp He knew;
For us the tempter overthrew.
4 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.
5 For us by wicked men betrayed,
For us, in crown of thorns arrayed,
He bore the shameful cross and death;
For us He gave His dying breath.
6 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.
7 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|
|Title:||O Love, How Deep|
|Author (attributed to):||Thomas à Kempis, 1380-1471|
|Translator:||Benjamin Webb, 1819-85|
|Scripture:||Ephesians 3:17-21; Philippians 2:6-9; Hebrews 2:9-18; John 1:1-14|
|Key:||c minor or modal|
|Source:||English, 15th cent.|