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| 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, Me thot the voice of Angels from heaven in answer rang! Me thot 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 Loud Hosannas The little children sang. The sun grew dark with mystery, The morn was cold and chill When the shadow of a cross appeared Upon a lonely hill: When the shadow of a cross appeared Upon a lonely hill. 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 there 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. |