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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. |
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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. |
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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.” |
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Piano Hymns
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New Britain, CT, United States
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!
Mason, MI, United States
While reading and meditating upon the Lord Jesus the words of this Hymn came to my mind as I thought of my Savior.
His Birth: There Was No Room
His Life: HE SOUGHT NO ROOM
HIS SORROW: HE NEEDED NO ROOM (GETHSEMANE)
HIS MINISTRY: CHOSE NO COMMON ROOM (UPPER ROOM)
Nampa, Idaho, United States
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!
Willard, HI, United States
One of the most anointed songs I have ever heard. This song speaks of His great glory, and demands our fullest attention. This song speaks of the fulness and glory of our God, brought down to humiliation and death for the sake of mankind. i am a retired minister, up in years, but i still sing the song, "Down from His glory".
Eleva, WI, United States
The first time I heard this beautiful song I was 13 years old and heard our choir director sing it as a solo in the 1960s. It touched my heart then and still does today. Sadly, they don't sing these wonderful old songs in churches today. My grandfather knew William Booth-Clibborn and had him preach at the Pentecostal Assembly church in Eau Claire where my grandfather J.P. Rulien was pastor. I feel the Holy Spirit so strongly in this song even today. Praise the Lord!
Lisbon, CT, United States
I am so thankful that the Lord brought this old song back to my memory: The Great Creator became 'my' Savior & all God's fullness dwells not only in 'Him' but according to Col. & 1 Jn 4:17 'as He is in the earth so are we!'. Oh Wondrous Mys'try! I SHALL EVER SING YOUR PRAISES: OH HOW I LOVE HIM, WHO IS MY LIFE, STRENGTH, MY ALL IN ALL!
Scottsdale, Arizona, United States
It is truly incomprehensible that God would die for man's sin. But that it happened because God so loved the word is cause for never ending wonderment. We are sinners--undeserving of His love, but He chose to die in our place that we may have salvation. Oh how I truly love Him! This song says it all! Praise the Lord indeed, for His never ending love!
Binan City, Laguna, Philippines
Thank you so much for posting this beautiful hymn. It brought tears to my eyes as I was listening. I'm gonna use the third verse for my conclusion as I preach this Sunday and have the songleader lead the congregation in singing this as a response song.
Jackson, MS, United States
"A Man of sorrows, tears and agony.
Oh how I love Him, How I adore Him."
Beautiful. Thank You, Lord Jesus for bearing our sins. I love You and adore You!
Kirkland, Washington, United States
The man who wrote the lyrics of this beautiful song, William Booth Clibborn, was the grandson of the founder of the Salvation Army and one of my father's best friends. What a man! Large in stature, English, had a mustache and told us the stories of his accomplishment of swimming the English Channel. A great man of God. I was priviledged to know him and this song is probably one of my top Christian songs. My mother, who had a beautiful voice, would sing this in church and it never failed to touch hearts. Thank you Lord for your grace and love and for your servant who so appropriately wrote this song that conveys it to us.