There Is A Green Hill Far Away

1 Ride on, ride on in majesty

as all the crowds 'Hosanna!' cry:

through waving branches slowly ride,

O Saviour, to be crucified.

2 Ride on, ride on in majesty,

in lowly pomp ride on to die:

O Christ, your triumph now begin

with captured death, and conquered sin!

3 Ride on, ride on in majesty

the angel armies of the sky

look down with sad and wondering eyes

to see the approaching sacrifice.

4 Ride on, ride on in majesty,

the last and fiercest foe defy:

the Father on his sapphire throne

awaits 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 power and reign!