Ride on, ride on in majesty! (William Henry Monk)

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  • (Posted 2021-01-04)  CPDL #62268:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2021-01-04).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 34 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn with four-part harmony and underlaid words in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard
  • (Posted 2021-01-04)  CPDL #62267:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2021-01-04).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 90 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard, melody with words

General Information

Title: Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Composer: William Henry Monk
Tune: Winchester New
Lyricist: Henry Hart Milman

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 88. 88 (L.M.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1690 in Musikalisches Handbuch

Description:

External websites: https://embassysingers.de/scores/hymns.html

Original text and translations

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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 wingèd 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.