Palm Sunday

Ride on, ride on in Majesty!

Hark, all the tribes Hosannah cry;    

Thine Humble beast pursues his 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!

Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh; 

The Father, on his sapphire throne,

Expects His own anointed son.