- Ride on! Ride on in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry;
O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road
With palms and scatter’d garments strow’d.
- Ride on! Ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin
o'er captive death and conquer’d sin.
- Ride on! Ride on in majesty!
The angel-squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the approaching sacrifice.
- Ride on! Ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on his sapphire throne
Expects his own anointed Son.
- 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. Amin.