The Holy City (1892, solo guitar)

PHOTO: Palm Sunday procession in Jerusalem, 2007

The Holy City

(solo guitar)

Music: Stephen Adams (1892) Words: Frederick E. Weatherly

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!

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!

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 forevermore!

 

Give Thanks (1978)

FOTO: Baby in hand

Give Thanks

(solo chitară)

Muzica şi versurile:     Henry Smith (1978)

Give thanks with a grateful heart
Give thanks to the Holy One
Give thanks because He’s given Jesus Christ,
His Son

And now let the weak say I am strong
Let the poor say I am rich
Because of what the Lord has done
for us

( Sursa foto:  Emma Freeman )

 

Cerul declară gloria Celui înviat (1987)

FOTO: Grădina Mormântului, Ierusalim

Cerul declară gloria Celui înviat

(solo chitară)

Muzica şi versurile:    Noel & Tricia Richards (1987)

Cerul declară gloria Celui înviat,
Cine se compară cu frumuseţea Domnului?

În veci de veci eşti Tu,
Divinul Miel pe tron,
Genunchii îmi aplec
Şi Ţie mă închin.

Voi proclama gloria Celui înviat,
Ce-a fost junghiat să ne-mpace cu Dumnezeu.

 

Via Dolorosa (1983)

FOTO: Creştini purtând crucea pe Via Dolorosa în Ierusalim (Oraşul Vechi) în cadrul procesiunii din Vinerea Mare 2008

Via Dolorosa

(solo chitară)

Muzica şi versurile:        Niles Borop & Billy Sprague (1983)

Jos în Via Dolorosa
În Ierusalim odat’
Soldaţii-n strada-ngustă Îl păzeau
Dar mulţimea dorea să vadă
Pe Cel ce ei la moarte-L condamnau.

Jos în Via Dolorosa este-al suferinţei drum
Ca un miel mergea Mesia, Regele
Sus pe lemn El a murit
De dragul meu, de dragul tău
Jos în Via Dolorosa este drumul de dureri.

Jertfit ca şi un miel,
Fiul lui Dumnezeu
Cu crucea urca sus pe Golgota.

Jos în Via Dolorosa
Este-al suferinţei drum
Ca un miel mergea Mesia, Regele.
Sus pe lemn El a murit
De dragul meu, de dragul tău.
Jos în Via Dolorosa
Este drumul de dureri.

 

Ierusalim (1892)

FOTO: Procesiune în Duminica Floriilor, Ierusalim 2007

The Holy City
(solo chitară)

Muzica: Stephen Adams (1892) Versuri: Frederick E. Weatherly

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!

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!

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 forevermore!