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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 wondering eyes
To see the approaching sacrifice.
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.1
 Go ahead! ride in majesty!
Listen, all the hosanna tribes cry;
O meek Savior, follow Your path
With palms and garments scattered.
Move forward! Ride in majesty!
In humble pomp, die;
O Christ, your triumphs begin now
Beyond captive death and conquered sin.
Continue forward! Ride in majesty!
The winged squadrons of heaven
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the sacrifice approaching.
Move on! ride in majesty!
In humble pomp, die;
Bow your meek head to mortal pain,
Then take, O God, your power and your reign.