The Holy City

Last night, I lay a-sleeping, there came a dream so fair

I stood in old Jerusalem, beside the temple there

I heard the children singing and ever as they sang

Me thought the voice of angels from heaven, in answer rang

Me thought the voice of angels from heaven, in answer rang

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, lift up your gates and sing

Hosanna, in the highest, Hosanna to the king

And then me thought my dream was changed

The streets no longer rang

Hushed were the glad hosannas, the little children sang

The sun grew dark with mystery, the morn was cold and chill

As the shadow of a cross arose upon a lonely hill

As the shadow of a cross arose upon a lonely hill

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, lift up your gates and sing

Hosanna, in the highest, hHosanna to the king

And once again the scene was changed

New earth, there seemed to be

I saw the Holy City beside the tideless sea

The light of God was on its streets

The gates were opened wide

And all who would might enter and no one was denied

No need of moon or stars by night, nor sun to shine by day

It was a new Jerusalem that would not pass away

It was a new Jerusalem that would not pass away

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, lift up your gates and sing

Hosanna, in the highest, Hosanna to the king