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~The Holy City


       Thirty men, red-eyed and disheveled lined up before a judge of the San Francisco police court. It was the regular morning company of Drunks and disorderlies. Some were old and hardened, others hung their heads in shame. Just as the momentary disorder attending the bringing-in of the prisoners quieted down, a strange thing happened. A strong, clear voice from below began singing:

Last night I lay a sleeping

There came a dream so fair.

       Last night! It had been for them all a nightmare or a drunken stupor. The song was such a contrast to the horrible fact that no one could fail of a sudden shock at the thought the song suggested.

I stood in old Jerusalem,

Beside the Temple there,

       The song went on. The judge had paused. He made a quiet inquiry. A former member of a famous opera company known all over the country, was awaiting trial for forgery. It was he who was singing in his cell.

       Meantime the song went on, and every man in the line showed emotion. One or two dropped on their knees; one boy at the end of the line, after a desperate effort at self-control, leaned against the wall, buried his face against his folded arms, and sobbed, Oh mother, mother!

       The sobs, cutting to the very heart of the men who heard, and the song, still welling its way through the courtroom, blended in the hush.

       At length one man protested, Judge, said he, have we got to submit to this? We’re here to take our punishment, but this— He, too, began to sob.

       It was impossible to proceed with the business of the court, yet the judge gave no order to stop the song. The police sergeant, after an effort to keep the men in line, stepped back and waited with the rest. The song moved on to its climax:

Jerusalem, Jerusalem!

Sing for the night is o’er!

Hosanna in the highest!

Hosanna for evermore!

       In an ecstasy of melody the last words rang out, and then there was silence.

       The judge looked into the faces of the men before him. There was not one who was not touched by the song; not one in whom some better impulse was not stirred. He did not call the cases singly—a kind word of advice, and he dismissed them all. No man was fined or sentenced to the workhouse that morning. The song had done more good than punishment could possibly have accomplished.

—Author Unknown

      

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The Holy City

      

(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 Heav'n in answer rang,

Methought 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!

      

(2) 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 a shadow of a cross arose

Upon a lonely hill,

As a shadow of a cross arose

Upon a lonely hill.

      

Jerusalem, Jerusalem,

Hark! how the Angels sing

Hosannam in the highest,

Hosanna to your King!

      

(3) And once again the scene was chang'd,

New earth there seem'd to be!

I saw the Holy City

Beside the timeless 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,

Nor 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 forevermore!

Hosanna in the highest,

Hosanna forevermore!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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