The Holy City.
By Stephen Adams.
__________*__________ Last night I lay a sleeping * * * * * An then I thought my dream was changed ***** And once again, the scene was changed ___________________
There came a dream so fair
I stood in old Jerusalem
Beside the temple there.
I heard the children singing
Each ever as they sang
Me thought the voice of angels
From Heaven answer rang
Me thought the voice of angels
From Heaven answer rang!
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Lift up your voice and sing!
Hosanna, in the Highest!
Hosanna to your King!
The streets no longer rang
Hushed were the glad hosannas
Still the little children sang.
The sun grew dark with mystery
The town so cold and chilled
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!
New Earth there seemed to be
I saw The Holy City
Beside the tideless sea
As 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,
Nor sun to shine by day.
For 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!
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