The words were written during the 1820s by English poet, parish priest and scholar / theologian, Henry Hart Milman (1791-1868).
With meter 8.8.8.8, tunes it has been set to include:
With meter 8.8.8.8, tunes it has been set to include:
- ST. DROSTANE (Dykes) by John Bacchus Dykes
- WINCHESTER NEW from Musikalisches Handbuch
- THE KING'S MAJESTY by Graham George (1939).
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Examples
Large choir with orchestra:
Small group (or singer with effects) and piano, with lyrics on-screen:
Choir with organ, lyrics on-screen:
Singer with guitar:
Band, contemporary setting:
Choir with organ, tune ST DROSTANE
Instrumental, tune ST DROSTANE
Lyrics
1 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry;
O Saviour meek, pursue your road
with palms and scattered garments strowed.
2 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die:
O Christ, your triumphs now begin
o'er captive death and conquered sin.
3 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
The winged squadrons of the sky
look down with sad and wond'ring eyes
to see th' approaching sacrifice.
4 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Your last and fiercest strife is nigh;
the Father on his sapphire throne
expects his own anointed Son.
5 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
bow your meek head to mortal pain,
then take, O God, your pow'r and reign.
Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry;
O Saviour meek, pursue your road
with palms and scattered garments strowed.
2 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die:
O Christ, your triumphs now begin
o'er captive death and conquered sin.
3 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
The winged squadrons of the sky
look down with sad and wond'ring eyes
to see th' approaching sacrifice.
4 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Your last and fiercest strife is nigh;
the Father on his sapphire throne
expects his own anointed Son.
5 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
bow your meek head to mortal pain,
then take, O God, your pow'r and reign.
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