O love, how deep, how broad, how high (Thomas à Kempis)

1 O love, 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.

2 He sent no angel to our race
   of higher or of lower place,
   but wore the robe of human frame
   himself, and to this lost world came.

3 For us he was baptized, and bore
   his holy fast, and hungered sore;
   for us temptations sharp he knew;
   for us the tempter overthrew.

4 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.

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.

6 To him whose boundless love has won
   salvation for us through his Son,
   to God the Father, glory be
   both now and through eternity.
                         Thomas à Kempis
                         Translated by Benjamin Webb
                         From A.W. Tozer, Reclaiming Christianity, 88–89