Ride on, ride on in majesty! Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry; O Savior meek, pursue Thy road with palms and scattered garments stowed.
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.
Lyrics: Henry Hart Milman; Tune: Winchester New |