MURLIN'STUNE .

Hosannah to the God of love,
Who condescended from above
To bring salvation down!
We bless his name, who stoop'd so low
To save us from eternal woe,
And raise us to a crown.

When we, in our first parents, fell
From Eden to the gates of hell,
And lay like captives there,
Then Jesus cast a pitying eye
On wretches doom'd for sin to lie
For ever in despair.

His bowels, where compassion rolls,
Then yearning o'er our guilty souls,
Did f,irst for sinners move.
His op'ning heart display'd our names,
And issu'd forth in quenchless flames
Of everlasting love.

His majesty he laid aside,
Obedient liv'd, submissive dy'd,
Our ruin'd souls to save.
The pow'rs of hell he trampled down,
But sunk, beneath his Father's frown,
From Calv'ry to the grave.