The Holy City

Last night I lay asleeping,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 AngelsFrom Heaven’ in answer rang,Me thought the voice of AngelsFrom Heav’n in answer rang,“Jerusalem, Jerusalem,Lift up you gates and singHosanna in the highest,Hosanna to your King!And then me thought my dream was chang’dThe streets no longer rang,Hush’d were the glad HosannasThe little children sang,The sun grew dark with mystery,The morn was the chill,As the shadow of a cross aroseUpon a lonely hill,As the shadow of a cross aroseUpon a lonely hill.Jerusalem, Jerusalem,Hark! How the Angels singHosanna in the Highest!Hosanna to your King!And once again the scene was chang’d,New earth there seem’d to be!I saw the holy cityBeside the tideless sea;The light of God was on its street,The gates were open 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 the new Jerusalem,That would not pass away!It was the new Jerusalem,That would not pass away.Jerusalem, Jerusalem,Sing for the night o’er,Hosanna in the highest!Hosanna for evermore!Hosanna in the highest!Hosanna for evermore!