1 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Hear all the tribes hosanna cry;
O Savior meek, pursue Thy road
with palms and scattered garments strowed.
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.
3 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
The winged squadrons of the sky
look down with sad and wond'ring eyes
to see th'approaching Sacrifice.
4 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die,
bow Thy meek head to mortal pain,
then take, O Christ, Thy pow'r and reign.
Henry H. Milman
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
<idle musing>
Hymnary.org inserts a fourth verse:
4 Ride on, ride on in majesty!</idle musing>
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh.
The Father on His sapphire throne
awaits His own anointed Son.
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