1 So lowly does the Savior ride
A paltry borrowed beast,
Nor pomp, nor show, nor lofty pride,
Nor boast above the least.
2 His scepter is his kindliness,
His grandeur is his grace,
His royalty is holiness,
And love is in his face.
3 ’Tis thus the great Messiah came
To break the tyrants’ will,
To heal the people of their shame,
And nobleness instill.
4 Ride on, O King, ride on your way,
While men of low degree
Exalt and usher in the day
Of peace we long to see.
Amen.Source: The Worshipbook: Services and Hymns #571