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RIDE

on! ride on in majesty!

Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry;

Thine humble beast pursues his road

With palms and scattered garments strowed.

2 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.

3 Ride on! ride on in majesty!

The winged squadrons of the sky

Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see th' approaching sacrifice.

4 Ride on! ride on in majesty !
The last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on His sapphire throne
Expects His own anointed Son.

5 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!
Henry H. Milman, 1827

O how shall I re- ceive Thee, How meet Thee on Thy way, Blest

CRUX CRUDELIS L. M.

Albert L. Peace, 1885

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A voice up on the mid-night air, Where Ke-dron's moon-lit

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Weeps forth in agony of pray'r, "O Fa- ther take this cup

2 Ah! Thou who sorrowest unto death,
We conquer in Thy mortal fray;
And earth for all her children saith,
"O God, take not this cup away!"

3 O Lord of sorrow, meekly die;

Thou'lt heal or hallow all our woe;
Thy name refresh the mourner's sigh,
Thy peace revive the faint and low.

4 Great Chief of faithful souls, arise;
None else can lead the martyr-band,
Who teach the brave how peril flies,
When faith, unarmed, uplifts the hand.

50 King of earth, the cross ascend;

O'er climes and ages 'tis Thy throne;
Where'er Thy fading eye may bend,

The desert blooms and is Thine own.

6 Thy parting blessing, Lord, we pray:
Make but one fold below, above;
And when we go the last lone way,
O give the welcome of Thy love.

James Martineau, 1840

wa - ters stray,

a-way!" A-men.