L.M.
1
Ride on! ride on in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes “Hosanna” cry;
O Saviour 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 triumphs now begin
O’er captive death and conquered sin.
3
Ride on, ride on in majesty!
The angel armies of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the approaching sacrifice.
4
Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh:
The Father on His sapphire throne
Awaits His own anointed Son.
5
Ride on! ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
Bow Thy meek head in dying pain,
Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign.
