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