Jesus comes in royal state,
Riding through the city gate;
Crowds of people on Him wait.
Hosanna.

With what meek and measured pace
Rides the Captain of our race,
Mildness beaming from His face.
Hosanna

This is He who, by and by,
Bears the Cross on which to die;
While they bellow " Crucify "
Hosanna

Ride, Thou gentle Cavalier,
To my heart, to Thee so dear,
All its ways are swept and clear.
Hosanna.

Sweet with penance, void of pride;
Look, its gate is open wide
Unto Thee, Thou Crucified
Hosanna.

Glory to the Father be;
To the Spirit; and to Thee;
Blessed Holy Trinity.
Hosanna.