The Holy City

Last night I lay a sleep ing,There came a dream so fair,I stood in old Je ru sal lem

Be side the tem ple there.

I heard the chil dren sing ing,And ev er as they sang,

Me thought the voice of

an gels From Heav\'n in an swer rang,

Me thought the voice of An gels from Heav\'n in an swer rang

Je ru sa lem,Je ru sa lem,Lift up your gates and sing,Ho san na in

the high est,Ho san na to your king

And then me thought the scene was changed,The streets no long er rang

Hushed were the glad Ho san nas The lit tle chil dren sang.

The sun grew dark with mys ter y,The morn was cold and chill,As the shad ow of

a cross a rose Up on a lone ly hill,As the shad ow of a cross a rose Up on a lone ly hill

Je ru sa lem,Je ru sa lem,Lift up your gates and sing,

Ho san na in the high est,Ho san na to your king

And once a gain the scene was changed,New earth there seemed to be,

I saw the ho ly cit y Be side the tide less sea;The light of God was on its streets,

The gates were o pen wide,And all who whould might en ter,

And no one was de nied.No need of moon or stars by night,Or sun to shine by day,

It was the new Je ru sa lem That would not pass a way,It was the new Je ru sa lem

That would not pass a way.

Je ru sa lem,Je ru sa lem,Sing for the night is o\'er,Ho san na in the high est,

Ho san na for ev er more!

Ho san na in the high est,Ho san na for ev er more