cross, crown of thorns and window

Ride On, Ride On in Majesty

Ride on, ride on in majesty! Hark! All the

tribes hosanna cry.  O Savior meek, purs-

ue 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 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 pow'r and reign.