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SS & S 135

RIDE 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! . .

Ride on! Ride on in majesty!
The angel army of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes.
To see th’aproaching Sacrifice.

Ride on! Ride on in majesty!
The last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on His sapphire throne
Awaits His own anointed Son.

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.