1. Ride on! ride on in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry;
O Savior meek, pursue Thy road
With palms and scatter’d garments strew’d.
Ride on, ride on in majesty;
(Ride on, ride on, ride on, ride on in majesty, in majesty;)
In lowly pomp, ride on to die.
(In lowly pomp, in lowly pomp, ride on, ride on to die, to die.)
2. 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.
3. Ride on! ride on in majesty!
The last and fiercest strife is night;
The Father on His sapphire throne
Awaits His own anointed Son.
4. 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
Happy Palm Sunday!