The Holy City (Stephen Adams)
- Editor: Emmanuel Owusu Addai (submitted 2008-10-10). Score information: A4, 26 pages, 123 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Arranged by Doris Arnold. Arranged for male voice chorus. Finale files may be viewed and printed with Finale Reader.
- Editor: Frans van Hove (submitted 2002-12-20). Score information: A4, 12 pages, 380 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: 2 part version.
Original text and translations
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,
methought the voice of Angels from Heav'n in answer rang;
Lift up your gates and sing,
Hosanna in the highest! Hosanna to your King!
And then methought my dream was chang'd, the streets no longer rang
Hush'd were the glad Hosannas the little children sang.
The sun grew dark with mystery, the morn was cold and chill,
as the shadow of a cross arose upon a lonely hill.
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,
Sing for the night is o'er!
Hosanna in the highest, hosanna for evermore!