The Prince of Salvation in triumph is riding,

And glory attends him along his bright way;

The news of his grace on the breezes is gliding,

And nations are owning his sway.

2 And now thro’ the darkness of earth’s gloomy regions,

The wheels of his chariot are rolling sublime;

His banners unfolding his own true religion,

Dispelling the errors of time.

3 Behold a bright angel from heaven descending,

High lifting his trumpet, hosannas to raise:

“Hail, Son of the Highest! let every knee bending,

Adore thee with offerings of praise.

4 “Thy sword and thy buckler shall save and deliver

The poor and the needy, from foes that assail;

Thy bow and thy quiver shall vanquish for ever

The prince and the legions of hell.

5 “Ride on in thy greatness, thou conquering Saviour;

Let thousands of thousands submit to thy reign,

Acknowledge thy goodness, entreat for thy favor,

And follow thy glorious train.

6 “Ride on, till the compass of thy great dominion,

The globe shall encircle from pole unto pole;

And mankind, cemented with friendship and union,

Obey thee with heart and with soul.

7 “Then loud shall ascend from each sanctified nation

The voice of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise;

And heaven shall echo the song of salvation,

In rich and melodious lays.”