I hear Jerusalem crying;
Their tears shed are as drops of blood.
Brave sons of Jerusalem dying,
While the desert brings forth her new bud.
There are roses blooming in the desert;
And a stillness envelopes all around -
A burst of new hope for my people,
While death claims another brave son
To the ground.
Hush, listen, Oh daughter of Zion,
To the faint sound of distant drum.
Your wilderness journey awaits you;
Come to Jerusalem come!
Be still, Oh daughter of Zion,
Hear My Voice, take hold of My hand.
Soon you'll be crossing that great river,
Home towards the Promised Land.
