Ride on! Ride on in majesty! Hark! All the tribes "Hosanna!" cry; O Saviour meek, purpose Thy road With palms and scattered garments strow'd.

Ride on! Ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die; Oh Christ, Thy triumphs now begin O'er captive death and conquered sin

Ride on! Ride on! in majesty! The winged squadrons of the sky look down with sad and wondering eyes To see approaching sacrifice.

Ride on! Ride 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 reign.