Jerusalem O’ Jerusalem…
Your tombs are filled with those alive.
In your gates the world despise.
When Angels come to sing renew,
the walls of darkness dim the light.
Light does shine on the land,
you’re embraced by the night.
Jerusalem O’ Jerusalem,
my chosen one.
You have ears, you have eyes.
Walk-in might not in fright.
See the dead they do arise.
You who dwell must find reprise.
Walk beyond your darkened tomb.
Hear the cries within her womb.
See the tears of those oppressed
they are memories you’ve possessed.
O’ Jerusalem, my Jerusalem.
Sing the songs of your heart,
forgive the world forgive yourself.
Love thy neighbor for thyself.
Forsake these tombs of your demise.