313. Oloye, how deep! how broad! how high

Oloye, how deep! how broad! how high!

It fills the heart with ecstasy,

That God, the Son of God, should take

Our mortal form for mortals' sake.

He sent no angel to our race

Of higher or of lower place,

But wore the robe of human frame

Himself, and to his lost world came.

Xor 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.

For us He was baptized, and bore

His holy fast, and hungered sore;

For us temptation sharp He knew,

For us the tempter overthrew.

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.

For us to wicked men betrayed,

Scourged, mocked, in purple robe arrayed,

He bore the shameful Cross and death;

For us at length gave up His breath.

For us He rose from death again,

For us He went on high to reign,

For us H<5 sent His Spirit here

To guide, to strengthen, and to cheer.

To Him whose boundless love has won

Salvation for us through His Son,

To God the Father, glory be, "

Both now and through eternity.