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...BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE by EZRA POUND ENGLAND AND HER COLONIES [OR, DOMINIONS] by WILLIAM WATSON THE PREACHER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: CHARLES AVISON by ROBERT BROWNING ANSWER TO SOME ELEGANT VERSES SENT BY A FRIEND by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |