Ride On, Ride On in Majesty!

Ride on! ride on in ma­jes­ty!

Hark! all the tribes Ho­san­na cry!

O Sav­ior meek

pur­sue Thy road

With palms and scat­tered gar­ments strowed.

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.

Ride on! ride on in ma­jes­ty!

The wing­èd 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

oh God! Thy pow­er

and reign!