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

Methought the voice of angels

From heaven in answer rang

Methought the voice of angels

From heaven in answer rang

Jerusalem, Jerusalem

Lift up your gates and sing

Hosanna in the highest

Hosanna to your King

Jerusalem, Jerusalem

Lift up your gates and sing

Hosanna in the highest

Hosanna to your King

And then methought 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 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

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

Lift up your gates and sing

Hosanna in the highest

Hosanna to your King

Jerusalem, Jerusalem

Lift up your gates and sing

Hosanna in the highest

Hosanna to your King

To your King