Ride On, Ride on in Majesty

Ride on, ride on in majesty;
Hark, all the tribes Hosanna cry;
Thine humble beast pursues his road,
With palms and scattered garments strewed.

Ride on, ride on in majesty;
In lowly pomp ride on to die:
O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquer'd sin.

Ride on, ride on in majesty;
The winged 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
Awaits 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 and reign.