The Holy City

Last night I lay asleeping
There came a dream so fair
I stand in old Jerusalem
Beside the temple there
I heard the chilrem singing
And ever as they sang
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!"

And the methought my dream was chang'd
The streets no langer rang
Hush'd were the glad Hosannas
The little chilrem sang
The sun grew dark with mystery
The morn was cold and chill
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 chang'd
New earth there seem'd to be
I saw the Holy City
Beside the tideless 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
"Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Sing for the night is o'er
Hosanna in the highest, / Hosanna for evermore