Ride On, Ride On
Ride On, Ride On in Majesty!
Hark, all the tribes, ‘Hosanna!’ cry,
O Saviour meek, pursue Your road
with palms and scattered garments strowed.
Ride on, ride on in majesty!
in lowly pomp ride on to die:
O Christ, Your triumphs now begin
o’er captive death and conquered sin.
Henry Hart Milman