Down at the cross where my Savior died

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Down at the cross where my Savior died,
God’s righteous nature was satisfied;
There to my sin was the blood applied,
  Glory to His name!
  Glory to His name,
Glory to His name;
There to my sin was the blood applied,
  Glory to His name!
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Saved from our sin at this fountain, we
Fully enjoy our redemption free;
This we’ll enjoy for eternity,
  Glory to His name!
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Oh, precious fact, when my Savior died,
Not only sin’s debt was satisfied;
Life’s flowing fountain was opened wide!
  Glory to His name!
  Glory to His name,
Glory to His name;
Life’s flowing fountain was opened wide,
  Glory to His name!
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Now both redemption and life we share,
Cleansed in His blood, we’re abiding there
Drinking the water of life fore’er;
  Glory to His name!
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Ana Lara

Storrs, Connecticut, United States

The words to this hymn were first written by Elisha A. Hoffman (1838-1929). This song gives glory to God for saving us through the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ who died and cleansed us from sin by His blood being applied. In his lifetime he wrote over 2000 gospel songs and about 13 publications.

Susan M. Orwig Hoffman was his wife (1844-1876). She graduated from Union Seminary, New Berlin, Ohio, in 1862, the youngest member of her class. They were the parents of Ira Hoffman.

At age 9, Ira is said to have written the music for his father’s song “A Little Pilgrim. ” And as an adult he was a composer, arranger and music editor.

Aaron Orwig, Susan’s brother, was also a hymn writer and publisher. The town of Orwigsburg, Pennsylvania, is named after their family.

The music was composed by John Hart Stockton. He was born April 19, 1813, New Hope, Pennsylvania and died March 25, 1877, Camden, New Jersey. He was buried in Laurel Hill Cemetery, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. John was the husband of Ann Stockton. He converted at a Methodist camp meeting in Paulsboro, New Jersey and was ordained in 1832. He served in the New Jersey Conference of the Methodist Episcopal Church and was known to be an active evangelist.

His wife Ann (1821-1897), wtote the hymn, “Child Your Father Calls, ” in 1875. The hymn is an invitation for a dear child to come home to his Father’s house; the coming home of a sinner by the cross to the Savior who waits for him. Mrs. Stockton dedicated the hymn to Chaplain Charles Caldwell McCabe (1836-1906).

As the American Civil War broke out, McCabe helped raise a regiment of infantry for the Union Army. By October 8, 1862, he was chaplain of the 122nd Ohio Infantry. He was captured by the Confederate Army and sent to the infamous Libby Prison in Richmond, Virginia where he served as a chaplain to his fellow prisoners. During his time as a prisoner of war, McCabe taught “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” to other prisoners in order to maintain high spirits, and was later invited to the Lincoln White House because of his actions. Ill health forced him to resign his chaplaincy, January, 1864.

He is known as Methodism‘s “singing chaplain. ” From coast to coast he sang “We’re Building Two a Day, ” a song written in response to the charge that the church was dying out, made by Robert G. Ingersoll, a widely known agnostic of the day. McCabe fell ill in New York City after a fundraising trip to the Methodist Episcopal Church of Torrington, Connecticut and died in a New York hospital. He wrote around 20 publications.


Yangu Godfrey Alibe

Arua, Uganda

I love the melody and it surely heals my soul.


Wisdom Innocent Aluu

Aba, Abia, Nigeria

All glory and honor be unto His name alone.


Grace

Lagos, Nigeria

I'm so excited today. I have been looking for this lyrics though I still want the lyrics especially the one Donnie McClurkins sang.


Jeff Pezos

New Brunswick, New Jersey, United States

Amen brothers and sisters.


Paul Gacheru

Nairobi, Kenya

Great work!


Anitha Nokku

Santa Ana, CA, United States

Glory to His precious name! Amen!


Simon Gathecah

Nairobi, Kenya

O glory to His name!


Joshua

Glory to His name!


Tim Ou

Austin, Texas, United States

God’s righteous nature was satisfied. Hallelujah!