Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Hymns. I. “Ride on, ride on in majesty”Henry Hart Milman (1791–1868)
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Hark, all the tribes Hosanna cry;
Thine humble beast pursues his road,
With palms and scattered garments strewed.
In lowly pomp ride on to die:
O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin
O’er captive death and conquer’d sin.
The wingèd squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the approaching Sacrifice.
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh:
The Father on His sapphire throne
Awaits His own anointed Son!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
Bow Thy meek Head to mortal pain,
Then take, O God, Thy power and reign.