AGH 155

Verse 1

Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry;
O Savior meek, pursue thy road,
With palms and scattered garments strowed.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

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

Verse 4

Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on His sapphire throne
Expects his own anointed Son.

Verse 5

Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die.
Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain.
Then take, 0 Christ, Thy power and reign.