1 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Hark! All the tribes hosanna cry.
0 Savior meek, pursue your road,
With palms and scattered garments strowed.

2 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die.
0 Christ, your triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquered sin.

3 Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
The angel armies in the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the approaching Sacrifice.

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

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