1 Oh, love, how deep, how broad, how high,
Beyond all thought and fantasy,
That God, the Son of God, should take
Our mortal form for mortal's 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.