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
I thought the voice of angels in heaven answer rang
I thought the voice of angels in heaven answer rang
Jerusalem Jerusalem
Lift up your gates and sing
Hosanna in the highest, hosanna to your king
And then I thought my dream was changed the street 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 hosanna to your king
And once again the scene was changed new earth there seem'd to be
I saw the holy city beside the tideless sea
The light of God was on its street, the gates were opened wide
And all who would might enter and no one was denied
No need of moon or stars by night, or sun to shine be day
It was the new Jerusalem that would not pass away
It was the new Jerusalem that would not pass away
Jerusalem Jerusalem
Sing for the night is o'er
Hosanna in the highest, hosanna to your king
Hosanna in the highest, hosanna forevermore...