The Holy City

Last Night I lay asleeping,

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;

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 chang'd;

Hush'd were the glad Hosannas

The little children sang;

The sun great dark with mystery,

The morn was cold and chill,

As the shadow of a cross arose

Upon a lonely hill,

As the shadow of a cross arose

Upon a lonely hill.

"Jerusalem! Jerusalem!

Hark! How the Angels sing

HOSANNA! in the highest...

HOSANNA! to Your 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;

The 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-ever-more!

HOSANNA! in the highest!

HOSANNA! For-ever-more!

Keynote: The Etheric Cities of JOHN, THE BELOVED

over Arizona, USA. (Number 105 Songbook)