The Holy City (Traditional Arrangement)

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. I thought the voice of angels from heav’n in answer rang. I thought 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 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 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 is o’er. Hosanna in the highest, hosanna forever more. Hosanna in the highest, hosanna forever more.