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 triumphs now begin

O'er captive death and conquered sin.

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.

Sometimes it causes me to tremble...were you there?

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.