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IDE on! ride on in majesty!

RIDE

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!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
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.

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LL glory, laud, and honour
To Thee, Redeemer, King,
To whom the lips of children
Made sweet Hosannas ring.
Thou art the King of Israel,
Thou David's royal Son,
Who in the Lord's Name comest,

The King and Blessed One.

The company of angels

All glory, &c.

Are praising Thee on high,
And mortal men and all things
Created make reply.

The people of the Hebrews

With palms before Thee went ; Our praise and prayer and anthems Before Thee we present.

All glory, &c.

To Thee before Thy Passion

They sang their hymns of praise ;

To Thee now high exalted

Our melody we raise.

Thou didst accept their praises,
Accept the prayers we bring,

Who in all good delightest,

Thou good and gracious King.

All glory, &c.

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STAB

TABAT Mater dolorosa, Juxta crucem lacrimosa, Dum pendebat Filius. Cujus animam gementem, Contristatam, et dolentem, Pertransivit gladius.

quam tristis et afflicta Fuit illa benedicta

Mater Unigeniti !

Quae maerebat, et dolebat,
Pia Mater dum videbat
Nati poenas inclyti.

Quis est homo qui non fleret
Matrem Christi si videret
In tanto supplicio ?
Quis non posset contristari,
Christi Matrem contemplari
Dolentem cum Filio?

Pro peccatis suae gentis
Vidit Jesum in tormentis,
Et flagellis subditum ;

Vidit suum dulcem natum
Moriendo desolatum,

Dum emisit spiritum.

Eia! Mater, fons amoris,
Me sentire vim doloris

Fac, ut tecum lugeam.

Fac ut ardeat cor meum
In amando Christum Deum,
Ut sibi complaceam.

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T the Cross her station keeping

Astood the mournful Mother weeping,

Where He hung, the dying Lord;
For her soul of joy bereaved,
Bowed with anguish, deeply grieved,
Felt the sharp and piercing sword.
Oh! how sad and sore distressèd
Now was she, that Mother blessèd
Of the sole-begotten One;
Deep the woe of her affliction,
When she saw the Crucifixion
Of her ever-glorious Son.

Who, on Christ's dear Mother gazing.
Pierced by anguish so amazing,

Born of woman, would not weep ?
Who, on Christ's dear Mother thinking
Such a cup of sorrow drinking,

Would not share her sorrows deep?

For His people's sins chastisèd,

She beheld her Son despised,

Scourged, and crowned with thorns entwined; Saw Him then from judgement taken,

And in death by all forsaken,

Till His Spirit He resigned.

Jesu, may her deep devotion
Stir in me the same emotion,

Fount of love, Redeemer kind,
That my heart fresh ardour gaining,

And a purer love attaining,

May with Thee acceptance find.

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O to dark Gethsemane,

Got

Ye that feel the Tempter's power;
Your Redeemer's conflict see,

Watch with Him one bitter hour:
Turn not from His griefs away;
Learn of Him to watch and pray.

See Him at the judgment-hall,
Beaten, bound, reviled, arraigned:
See Him meekly bearing all;

Love to man His soul sustained :
Shun not suffering, shame, or loss;
Learn of Christ to bear the cross.

Calvary's mournful mountain view;
There the Lord of Glory see,
Made a sacrifice for you,

Dying on the accursed tree :
'It is finished,' hear Him cry ;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.