The Holy City (Jerusalem) Lyrics

The Holy City (Jerusalem) - Manuel Escorcio

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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,

Methought the voice of an­gels

From Heav’n in an­swer rang;

Methought 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 me­thought 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 a 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 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 ev­er­more!

Hosanna in the high­est,

Hosanna for ev­er­more!