The Holy City Jerusalem
Last night I lay a-sleeping, |
The streets no longer rang. But with a glad Hosanna The little children sang. The sun grew dark with mystery, The morn was cold and chill, But the shadow of a cross arose Upon a lonely hill. But 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. Then once again the scene was changed, New earth there seemed to be. I saw the Holy City Beside the timeless 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 nor 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 for ever more. Hosanna in the highest, Hosanna for ever more. |