The Holy City聖城頌 1.
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 heav’n in answer rang.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Lift up your gates and sing,
Hosanna in the highest, Hosanna to your 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 mom was cold and chill,
As the shadow of a cross arose Upon a lonely hill.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Hark how the angels sing,
Hosanna in the highest, Hosanna to yow King!