The Holy City Songtext

von Josef Locke

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 thought the voice of angels from heaven, in answer rang
Me thought the voice of angels from heaven, in answer rang

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, lift up your gates and sing
Hosanna, in the highest, Hosanna to the king

And then me thought 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, lift up your gates and sing
Hosanna, in the highest, hHosanna to the 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 opened wide
And all who would might enter and no one was denied

No need of moon or stars by night, nor sun to shine by day
It was a new Jerusalem that would not pass away
It was a new Jerusalem that would not pass away

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, lift up your gates and sing
Hosanna, in the highest, Hosanna to the king