Dormindo No Meu Leito (Jerusalém, Cidade Santa)
Igreja Cristã Maranata
Sleeping In My Bed (Jerusalem, Holy City)
Sleeping in my bed
In an enchanting dream
One day I saw Jerusalem
And the temple of the Lord
I heard children singing
And amidst their singing
The voice of angels broke out
From heaven to proclaim
The voice of angels broke out
From heaven to proclaim
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Sing, O holy flock!
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna! To your king!
Then the dream changed
No longer a happy sound
I heard the hosannas of the children's choirs
The air around grew cold
The Sun lacked light
And on a high and rugged mount I saw
The figure of a cross
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
(I listened to the angels)
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna! To your king!
The scene changed again
It appeared in splendor
The divine city
Abode of the Lord
The Moon's light did not shine
Nor did the Sun rise there
But the light of God shone
Very pure in its brightness
And all who wished, yes
Could enter right away
Into the very happy Jerusalem
That will never pass away
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Your day will dawn!
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna without end!
Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna! Without end!
