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<h2>WHEN JESUS LEFT HIS FATHER’S THRONE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Christ Jesus…being in very nature God…made Himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant.” Philippians 2:6-7</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_m_o_montgomery_j.jpg" alt="James Montgomery (1771-1854)" width="96.6666666666667" height="156.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_o_montgomery_j.html" target="_blank">James Montgomery</a>, 1816, alt. This hymn was written for the Hallam Sunday School, near Sheffield, England.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Kingsfold,” English melody; arranged by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_i_williams_rv.html" target="_blank">Ralph Vaughan Williams</a>, 1906 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_k_kingsfld.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_i_williams_rv.jpg" alt="Ralph Vaughan Williams (1872-1958)" width="90" height="119.333333333333"></td>
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<p>When Jesus left His Father’s throne,<br>
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He chose a humble birth;<br>
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Like us, unhonored and unknown,<br>
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He came to dwell on earth.<br>
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Like Him may we be found below,<br>
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In wisdom’s path of peace;<br>
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Like Him in grace and knowledge grow,<br>
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As years and strength increase.</p>
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<p>Sweet were His words and kind His look,<br>
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When mothers round Him pressed;<br>
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Their infants in His arms He took,<br>
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And on His bosom blessed.<br>
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Safe from the world’s alluring harms,<br>
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Beneath His watchful eye,<br>
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Thus in the circle of His arms<br>
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May we forever lie.</p>
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<p>When Jesus into Zion rode,<br>
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The children sang around;<br>
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For joy they plucked the palms and strewed<br>
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Their garments on the ground.<br>
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Hosanna our glad voices raise,<br>
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Hosanna to our King!<br>
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Should we forget our Savior’s praise,<br>
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The stones themselves would sing.</p>
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