O Love, How Deep, How Broad, How High

Tune: Deo Gracias · Meter 8 8 8 8

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 Nor willed He only to appear; His pleasure was to tarry here; And God and Man with man would be The space of thirty years and three.

4 For us baptized, for us He bore His holy fast and hungered sore, For us temptations sharp He knew; For us the tempter overthrew.

5 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.

Words: unknown; translated by Benjamin Webb (1819–1885)
Music: English; setting by Charles Winfred Douglas (1867–1944)
Scripture: Eph 3:14-21, 1Jn 4:7-10, Rom 8:38-39, 1Pt 5:6-7
Public domain. From the Open Hymnal Project.