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Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Hark, all the tribes Hosanna cry!
O Saviour 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 sits.
3
Ride on, ride on in majesty!
The angel armies of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the approaching sacrifice.
4
Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on His sapphire throne
Awaits His own anointed Son.
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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.