RIDE on! ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die; O Christ, thy triumphs now begin O'er captive death and conquer'd sin! Ride on! ride on in majesty! The winged armies 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 night; The Father on his sapphire throne Expects 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOICELESS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES GOD'S ACRE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FOR MY OWN TOMBSTONE by MATTHEW PRIOR MANNERLY MARGERY, MILK AND ALE by JOHN SKELTON SPRING WATER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE CHARWOMAN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS |