Ride on! Ride on in majesty!
Hark! All the tribes hosanna cry;
O Saviour 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 triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquered sin.

Ride on! Ride on in majesty!
The angel armies of the sky
Look down with sad and wond'ring eyes
To see th'approaching sacrifice.

Ride on! Ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father, on his sapphire throne,
Expects his own annointed 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, your pow'r and reign.