《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 Heav’n in an answer rang; Me thought the voice of angels From Heav’n in
Jerusalem! Jerusalem! Lift up your gates and sing.
Hosana in the highest Hosana to your King!
And then me thought my dream was changed, the streets no longer rang, Hushed were the
glad hosanna.The little children sang. The sun grew dark with mystery, The morn was cold
and chill, As the shadow of a cross a rose Upon a lonely hill, As the shadow of a cross a rose
Upon a lonely hill.
Jerusalem! Jerusalem! Hark! How the angels sing,
Hosana in the highest Hosana 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 open wide, And
all who would might enter and no one was denied. And 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. Sing for the night is o’er! Hosanna in the highest,
Hosanna forever more! Hosana in the highest, Hosanna for ever more.