JUNE TOURS
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The Holy City
sung by
John Starnes
| One night while I was
sleeping, I had 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; |
| Chorus Jerusalem, Jerusalem, hark how the angels sing; Hosanna in the highest, hosanna to your king ! |
| And then I thought
my dream was changed, The streets no longer rang; As with the glad hosannas That the little children sang. The sun grew dark with mystery, The morn was 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 |
| Chorus Jerusalem, Jerusalem, lift up your gates and sing; Hosanna in the highest, hosanna to your king! |
| And once again my dream
was changed, New earth there seemed to be; I saw the holy city beside the crystal sea. The light of God was on its streets And the gates they were opened wide; And all who would might enter And no one was denied. No need of moon or the stars by night Or the 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 |
| Chorus Jerusalem, Jerusalem, sing for the night is o’er Hosanna in the highest, hosanna forever more ! Hosanna in the highest, hosanna forever more ! |