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Palm Sunday

Many years ago I visited The Cambridge American Cemetery and Memorial site in England and was stunned by the peace and beauty (as is present at War Cemetaries the world over). The details of which can be seen here, if you don't know much about the place. However I am always reminded of the place when it is Palm Sunday. One of the most popular hymns is -

Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry;
O Savior meek, pursue Thy road
With palms and scattered garments strowed.

Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die!
O Christ! Thy triumph now begin
Over captive death and conquered sin.

Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
The wingèd squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the approaching sacrifice.

Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father, on His sapphire throne,
Expects His own anointed Son.

Ride on, ride on, in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain,
Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign.




The third verse is what I am talking about, as the ceiling of the Chapel, I think, must have been inspired by that verse ... in memory of the thousands of air-men who lost their lives -