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 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 by wickedness betrayed,
For us, in crown of thorns arrayed,
He bore the shameful cross and death;
For us He gave 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.
|First Line:||Oh, love, how deep, how broad, how high|
|Title:||Oh, Love, How Deep|
|Author (attributed to):||Thomas á Kempis, 1380-1471|
|Translator:||Benjamin Webb, 1820-85|
|Source:||English melody, 15th cent.|
|Copyright:||Setting © 1969 Concordia Publishing House|
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