So Lowly Doth the Savior Ride

So low­ly doth the Sav­ior ride

A pal­try bor­rowed beast

Nor pomp

nor show

nor lof­ty pride

Nor boast ab­ove the least.

His scep­ter is His kind­li­ness

His gran­deur is His grace

His roy­al­ty is ho­li­ness

And love is in His face.

’Tis thus the great Mes­si­ah came

To break the tyrants’ will

To heal the peo­ple of their shame

And no­ble­ness in­still.

Ride on

O King

ride on Your way

While men of low de­gree

Exalt and ush­er in the day

Of peace we long to see.