1 Ride on, ride on in majesty
as all the tribes Hosanna cry;
through waving branches slowly ride,
O Savior to be crucified.
2 Ride on, ride on in majesty,
in lowly pomp ride on to die;
O Christ, your triumph now begin
o'er captive death and conquered sin.
3 Ride on, ride on in majesty,
the last and fiercest foe defy;
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 your meek head to mortal pain,
then take, O God, your power and reign!
