^ARide on, ride ^Don in ^Emajes^Aty! Hark! ^Dall the ^Etribes hosanna cry; O ^ASavior meek, ^Dpursue ^Ayour ^Eroad with ^Apalms and scattered gar^Ements ^Astrowed.

^ARide on, ride ^Don in ^Emajes^Aty! In ^Dlowly ^Epomp ride on to die. O ^AChrist, your triumphs ^Dnow ^Abe^Egin o’er ^Acaptive death and con^Equered ^Asin.

^ARide on, ride ^Don in ^Emajes^Aty! The ^Dwinged ^Esquadrons of the sky look ^Adown with sad and ^Dwon-^Ad’ring ^Eeyes to ^Asee th’approaching sac^Eri-^Afice.

^ARide on, ride ^Don in ^Emajes^Aty! Your ^Dlast and ^Efiercest strife is nigh; the ^AFather on his ^Dsap^Aphire ^Ethrone ex^Apects his own anoint^Eed ^ASon.

^ARide on, ride ^Don in ^Emajes^Aty! In ^Dlowly ^Epomp ride on to die; bow ^Ayour meek head to ^Dmor^Atal ^Epain; then ^Atake, O God, your pow’r ^Eand ^Areign.