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 angel armies of the sky
Look down with sad and wond'ring eye
To see the approaching sacrifice.
Ride on, ride on in majesty! Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh.
The Father on His sapphire throne
Awaits His own annointed 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 pow'r and reign.
(LSB 441, public domain)
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