Sunday

Arrival

Come
Let us go up to Jerusalem
Through the narrow pass
Made wide by modern roads

To the right
The House of Nations
With every flag displayed
Hanging limp in the midnight air

The old city behind the walls
Inviting
Beckoning
New city in front
Built by swinging cranes
In Jerusalem stone
Warm limestone
Cool to the touch

Awake, O Jerusalem
Arise and shine
For your Light has come
And the Glory of the Lord Jesus
Shines upon You

O clouds in the sky
Rain down blessings
On Jerusalem today