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And this Hymn. Ride on! ride on in majesty! Hark, all the tribes hosanna cry; Thine humble beast pursues his road With palms and scattered garments strowed.

2 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.

3 Ride on! ride on in majesty! The wingèd squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes To see the approaching sacrifice.

4 Ride on! ride on in majesty! Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh; The Father, on his sapphire throne, Expects his own anointed Son.

Unison. 5 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. The Gospel. – St. Matthew xxi. 1-9