Ride on, ride on in majesty
RIDE on! ride on in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes ‘Hosanna’ cry;
O Saviour meek, pursue Your road
with palms and scattered garments strowed.
Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
O Christ, Your 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 wondering eyes
to see the approaching sacrifice.
Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Your 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 Your meek head to mortal pain,
then take, O God, Your power, and reign.
Henry Hart Milman, 1791-1868
Hark! all the tribes ‘Hosanna’ cry;
O Saviour meek, pursue Your road
with palms and scattered garments strowed.
Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
O Christ, Your 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 wondering eyes
to see the approaching sacrifice.
Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Your 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 Your meek head to mortal pain,
then take, O God, Your power, and reign.
Henry Hart Milman, 1791-1868
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