and all who would might enter and no one was denied -- 1892 -- Maybrick

Speranza 1892 Jerusalem, Jerusalem lift up your gates and sing----hark, how the angels sing-----sing for the night is o'e Hosanna in the highest hosanna to your king ---- hosanna to your king ----hosanna for evermore 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 heav'n in answer rang. 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. and once again the scene was chang'd; 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. Weatherly/Maybrick