The Holy City - Bill & Gloria Gaither

Last night as I lay 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,

I thought the voice of Angels

From Heaven in answer rang

I thought 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 I thought my dream was chang’d

The streets no longer rang

Hush’d 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 the lonely hill

As the shadow of a cross arose

Upon that lonely hill

«Jerusalem, Jerusalem!

Hark!

How the Angels sing,

Hosanna in the highest,

Hosanna to your King!»

And once again the scene was chang’d

New earth there seem’d 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,

Nor 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!"