Dr. Brian L. Bowman Follow

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 my gates and sing
Hosanna in the highest
Hosanna to your King

And then me thought my dream was chang'd, the streets no longer rang
Hush'd were the glad Hosannas, my little children sang
Their sun grew dark with mystery, my morn was cold and chill
As the shadow of my cross arose, upon a lonely hill
As the shadow of my cross arose, upon a lonely hill

Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Hark! How the Angels sing
Hosanna in the highest
Hosanna to our 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
My 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 or 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

I stood in old Jerusalem, beside the temple there
I heard the children singing and ever as they sang