Ride on! ride on in majesty!
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Ride on! ride on in majesty! Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry! O Saviour 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 winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes To see the approaching sacrifice. Ride on! ride on in majesty! The last and fiercest strife is nigh: The Father on his sapphire throne Awaits his own anointed 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 power, and reign. |
Vehare prorsus splendide, laudante civitate te! Constratum i, Salvator, per vestitu palmulisque iter. Vehare prorsus splendide, ovans sed morti debite! O Christe, nunc instituas supra malum victorias. Vehare prorsus splendide! Coetu caelorum alite piaculum stupetur et ploratur id quod imminet. Vehare prorsus splendide! Certamen ultimum(st) prope. Elatus et Pater suum exspectat unctum Filium. Vehare prorsus splendide, ovans sed morti debite! Homo dolori subditus, regnabis inde tu Deus. |