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1
Down from His glory, Ever living story, My God and Savior came, And Jesus was His name. Born in a manger, To His own a stranger, A Man of sorrows, tears and agony.
EDown
from His glory,
Ever living
A
story,
F♯mMy
God and
B
Savior
came,
B7And
Jesus
E
was
His name.
B7Born
in a
E
manger,
To His own a
A
stranger,
F♯mA
Man of
E
sorrows,
tears
A
and
Bagon
E-A
y.
O how I love Him! How I adore Him! My breath, my sunshine, my all in all! The great Creator became my Savior, And all God’s fullness dwelleth in Him.
EO
how I love Him! How I
a
F♯m
dore
Him!
My breath, my
B
sunshine,
B7
my
all in
E
all!
The great
Cre
Am
ator
became my
E
Savior,
C♯mAnd
all God's
F♯m
fullness
B7
dwelleth
in
E
Him.
2
What condescension, Bringing us redemption; That in the dead of night, Not one faint hope in sight, God, gracious, tender, Laid aside His splendor, Stooping to woo, to win, to save my soul.
What condescension,
Bringing us redemption;
That in the dead of night,
Not one faint hope in sight,
God, gracious, tender,
Laid aside His splendor,
Stooping to woo, to win, to save my soul.
EWhat
condescension,
Bringing us
A
redemption;
F♯mThat
in the
B
dead
of night,
B7Not
one faint
E
hope
in sight,
B7God,
gracious,
E
tender,
Laid aside His
A
splendor,
F♯mStooping
to
E
woo,
to win,
A
to
B
save
my
E-A
soul.
O how I love Him! How I adore Him! My breath, my sunshine, my all in all! The great Creator became my Savior, And all God’s fullness dwelleth in Him.
EO
how I love Him! How I
a
F♯m
dore
Him!
My breath, my
B
sunshine,
B7
my
all in
E
all!
The great
Cre
Am
ator
became my
E
Savior,
C♯mAnd
all God's
F♯m
fullness
B7
dwelleth
in
E
Him.
3
Without reluctance, Flesh and blood His substance He took the form of man, Revealed the hidden plan. O glorious myst’ry, Sacrifice of Calv’ry, And now I know Thou art the great “I AM.”
Without reluctance,
Flesh and blood His substance
He took the form of man,
Revealed the hidden plan.
O glorious myst'ry,
Sacrifice of Calv'ry,
And now I know Thou art the great "I AM."
EWithout
reluctance,
Flesh and blood His
A
substance
F♯mHe
took the
B
form
of man,
B7Revealed
the
E
hidden
plan.
B7O
glorious
E
myst'ry,
Sacrifice of
A
Calv'ry,
F♯mAnd
now I
E
know
Thou art
A
the
B
great
"I
E-A
AM."
O how I love Him! How I adore Him! My breath, my sunshine, my all in all! The great Creator became my Savior, And all God’s fullness dwelleth in Him.
My day is just not the same if I didn't sing this song. Corine, Anne Marie and Johan like to sing with me and we ENJOY the song. O how I Iove HIM! O how I adore Him, my Lord Jesus!
Beautiful! Our Lord and Savior is beautiful and glorious. "No greater love hath any man than this, that a man would lay down his life for his friends."
I'm going to sing this song about my only Savior and Lord. Take note that I say 'Savior and Lord'. Not Lord and Savior. I firmly believe that before I could serve Him as my Lord I must accept Him first as my Savior - surrendering to His saving ways and means and what He has done for me. Now what must I do for Him as my Lord. This is a relationship formula: Sinner and Savior; Servant and Lord.
This song makes my heart to worship my wonderful Saviour. What a glorious message it tells. Yes, how is it possible that our great Creator would stoop to make us fallen people His own children. Oh how I praise Him, how I adore Him, my Redeemer.
A grand anthem of the apostolic church moves the soul and challenges the intellect all at once. A sermon in a song that makes you feel something, makes you think about something, and makes you want to do something; all 3 critical elements of a sermon.
Many Yeshua y loving kith and kin sang this powerful hymn beautifully; but:, THE HAWAIIANS threw lightning bolts through me!! WOW. I'm spoiled and finished forever more. Thank You precious Lamb of God; Whom took my sins forever away. Oh How I Love You, how I adore You; may I ever kiss your feet until I see You UP THERE. ..Thanks again Sweetness, for all my 6 Children, 11 Grands with 2 Greats! My quiver is full and over flowing.............. OORAH!!................Sylvia&Mark (Syl)
Over 50 now, I grew up in a tiny town & remember going to houses for church with probably 30 -40 people. One lady used to sing this often & I loved it. It says SO MUCH!
William Booth-Clibborn was a very close family friend who spent numerous days in our home. The glory of the Lord portrayed in "Down From His Glory" was what the lyrics author lived & preached. He was a large man who lived for the Lord but what full fun & humor. His dramatic preaching style made each sermon unforgettable and helped develop my deep love for the Lord. I under 5 yrs. of age when he came to town to hold meeting. My parents were immediately moved by the Holy Spirit through his teaching. As he became a 'member' of our family he told us kids to call him Uncle Booth, however, due respect we most often referred to him as Brother Booth. He loved to stand over the kitchen stove and dictate to my mother how to cook his favor cow tongue and how to steep his tea perfectly. On one of his overseas journeys he sent us a tea cozy from Japan. It is not washable and continues to remain in my china hutch with tea stains on it. Brother Booth loved hunting ducks. We lived on a dairy farm with a creek running through it. Brother Booth came to stay several weeks in December so he could hunt and work on getting his Christmas Letter out to over 1,000 locations. He welcomed me to sit around the dining room table to lick stamps, envelopes and apply address labels. Before turning in for the night he would pick up his violin to serenade us with heavenly music. He encourage me to play the piano and sing along. He was my greatest inspiration to sing in church. Of course "Down From His Glory" was the favorite to sing. I could write a book about his visits to our home and us to his. I didn't like the noise, lights & sirens from his busy street near The Lloyd's Center in Portland. I was too much of a country girl.
My mother passed away May, 2002. William Booth-Clibborn was mentioned at her memorial and "Down From His Glory" closed the service. What a heritage he left us!