S. Adams: The Holy City

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 heaven in answer rang
Methought 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 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 forevermore
Hosanna in the highest
Hosanna forevermore