Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry;
O Savior meek, pursue your road
with palms and scattered garments strowed.
verse 2
Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die.
O Christ, your triumphs now begin
o?er captive death and conquered sin.
verse 3
Ride on, ride on in majesty!
The winged squadrons of the sky
look down with sad and won-d?ring eyes
to see th?approaching sacri-fice.
verse 4
Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Your last and fiercest strife is nigh;
the Father on his sapphire throne
expects his own anointed Son.
Verse 5
Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
bow your meek head to mortal pain;
then take, O God, your pow?r and reign.