The Holy City
Music by Stephen Adams
Words by F.E. Weatherly
Published 1892 by Boosey & Co.

[Through composed]
Last night I lay a sleep-ing, There came a dream so fair,
I stood in old Je-ru-sa-lem Be-side the tem-ple there.
I heard the chil-dren sing-ing And ev-er as they sang,
Me thought the voice of An-gels From Heav'n in an-swer rang.

Me thought the voice of An-gels From Heav'n in an-swer rang.
Je-ru-sa-lem! Je-ru-sa-lem! Lift up your gates and sing,
Ho-san-na in the high-est! Ho-san-na to your King!

And then me thought my dream was chang'd, The streets no long-er rang,
Hush'd were the glad Ho-san-nas The lit-tle chil-dren sang
The sun grew dark with mys-te-ry, The morn was cold and chill,
As the sha-dow of a cross a-rose up-on a lone-ly hill,

As the sha-dow of a cross a-rose Up-on a lone-ly hill.
Je-ru-sa-lem! Je-ru-sa-lem! Hark! how the An-gels sing,
Ho-san-na in the high-est, Ho-san-na to your King!

And once a-gain the scene was chang'd, New earth there seem'd to be,
I saw the Ho-ly Ci-ty Be-side the tide-less sea;
The light of God was on its streets, The gates were o-pen wide,
And all who would might en-ter, And no-one was de-nied,

No need of moon or stars by night, Or sun to shine by day, I
t was the new Je-ru-sa-lem That would not pass a-way,
It was the new Je-ru-sa-lem That would not pass a-way

Je-ru-sa-lem! Je-ru-sa-lem! Sing for the night is o'er
Ho-san-na in the high-est, Ho-san-na for ev-er-more!
Ho-san-na in the high-est, Ho-san-na for ev-er-more!