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The Holy City.

(Den hellige stad)

Musik: Adams, Stephen 1844-1913
Words: Frederick E. Weatherly 1848-1929
Dansk tekst: Johannes Dam, 1866-1926

1.

I nat ved midnatstide mig selv i drøm jeg så
i Davids stad - Jerusalem - ved tempeltrappen stå.
Den glade barneskare drog op med jubelsang
og svar af englerøster fra høje himle klang
og svar af englerøster fra høje himle klang

Jerusalem, Jerusalem - oplad nu porten glad!
Hosianna i det høje! Hosianna i Davids stad!

2.

Og drømmen skifted - alt blev tyst,
slet ingen klokker klang.
Stum blev i hele staden den glade barnesang.
Bag mulm og nat var solen gemt
- så koldt der blev ved gry
og over bjerget, som en skygge,
steg det sorte kors mod sky
og over bjerget, som en skygge,
steg det sorte kors mod sky

Jerusalem, Jerusalem - hør Himlens englehær!
Hosiana i det høje! Hosianna, din drot er nær!

3.

Og atter skifted synet brat - den nye jord jeg så;
Guds egen stad på bjerget ved søen blank og blå.
Alt stråled i Guds klare dag, vidt åben porten stod;
hver sjæl, der kom - om nok så arm -
 tog kongen selv imod!
Der var ej sol, ej måne mer´ -
og ingen stjerner små!
Det var det ny Jerusalem, som aldrig skal forgå.
Det var det ny Jerusalem, som aldrig skal forgå

Jerusalem, Jerusalem. glem, hvad du bittert led!
Hosianna i det høje! Hosianna i evighed.
Hosianna i det høje! Hosianna i evighed.

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
Methought the voice of angels
From heaven in answer rang,
Methought the voice of angels
From heaven in answer rang.
 
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Lift up your gates and sing,
Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna to your King!
 
2.
 
And then methought 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 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!
 
3.
 
And once again the scene was changed,
New earth there seemed 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 forever more!
Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna forever more!
 
Opdateret, 2017
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