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 the heaven in answer rang
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Lift up your gates and sing
Hosanna in the highest
Hosanna to your 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
Hark, how the angels sing
Hosanna in the highest
Hosanna to your King
And once again the scene was changed
New earth there seemed to be
I saw the Holy City
Beside the tide less sea
The light of God was on its streets
The gates were open wide
And all who would might enter
And no one was denied
No need of moon or stars by night
Or sun to shine by 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 forevermore
Hosanna in the highest
Hosanna forevermore