The Holy City
Music: Stephen Adams
Text: F.E. Weatherly
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 answer rang,
Me thought the voice of angels from heav’n in answer rang.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, lift up your gates and sing,
Hosanna in the highest, Hosanna to your King.
And then me thought 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 the 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 open wide.
And all who would might enter, and no one was denied.
No need of moon or stars by night, or sun to rule 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 is o’er.
Hosanna in the highest, Hosanna forevermore,
Hosanna in the highest, hosanna forevermore.