Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
Hark!
all the tribes Hosanna cry;
O
Savior meek, pursue Thy road
With
palms and scattered garments strowed.
2
Ride
on, ride on, in majesty!
In
lowly pomp ride on to die!
O
Christ! Thy triumph now begin
Over
captive death and conquered sin.
3
Ride
on, ride on, in majesty!
The
winged squadrons of the sky
Look
down with sad and wondering eyes
To
see the approaching sacrifice.
4
Ride
on, ride on, in majesty!
In
lowly pomp ride on to die!
Bow
Thy meek head to mortal pain,
Then
take, O God! Thy power and reign.