Ride on! ride on in ma­jes­ty!
Hark! all the tribes Ho­san­na cry!
O Sav­ior meek, pur­sue Thy road,
With palms and scat­tered gar­ments strowed.

Ride on! ride on in ma­jes­ty!
In low­ly pomp ride on to die!
O Christ! Thy tri­umph now begin
Over cap­tive death and con­quered sin.

Ride on! ride on in ma­jes­ty!
The wing­èd squad­rons of the sky
Look down with sad and won­der­ing 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,
Expects 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, oh God! Thy pow­er, and reign!