The Holy City

Last night 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
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 voice and sing
Hosanna in the highest
Hosanna to your King

And I, John, saw the holy city coming down from God
And I heard a great voice saying
Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men
And He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people
And God Himself shall be with them
And shall wipe away all tears from their eyes

And then methought my dream 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 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