Ride On to Die

Seems the sorrow untold
As you look down the road
At the clamoring crowd drawing near
Feel the heat of the day
As you look down the way
Hear the shouts of Hosanna the King

Oh, daughter of Zion
Your time's drawing near
Don't forsake Him, oh, don't pass it by
On the foal of a donkey
As the prophets had said
Passing by you, He rides on to die

Come now, little foal
Though your not very old
Come and bear your first burden bravely
Walk so softly upon
All the coats and the palms
Bare the One on your back, oh, so gently

Midst the shouting so loud
And the joy of the crowd
There is One who is riding in silence
For He knows the ones here
Will be fleeing in fear
When their Shepherd is taken away

Oh, daughter of Zion
Your time's drawing near
Don't forsake Him, oh, don't pass it by
On the foal of a donkey
As the prophets had said
Passing by you, He rides on to die

Soon the thorn cursed ground
Will bring forth a crown
And this Jesus will seem to be beaten
But He'll conquer alone
Both the shroud and the stone
And the prophecies will be completed

Oh, daughter of Zion
Your time's drawing near
Don't forsake Him, oh, don't pass it by
On the foal of a donkey
As the prophets had said
Passing by you, He rides on to die

On the foal of a donkey
As the prophets had said
Passing by you He rides on to die