First Line: Rede on ! ride on in majesty,

Rede on ! ride on in majesty !
Hark ! all the tribes hosanna cry !
O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road
With palms and scattered garments strewed.

Ride on ! . . ride on . . in ma - -jesty ! . .
In low - - ly pomp . . ride on . . to die ! , ,

2 Ride on ! ride on in majesty !
The angel armies of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes.
To see th' approaching Sacrifice,

3 Ride on ! ride on in majesty !
The last and fiercest strife is nigh;
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 power, and
Reign.