Judea lies heavy under the foot of Rome Was ever a governor as troubled as I I, Quirinius, governor of the Jews These troublesome people And now, I dream I dream... I dream a star lights the way O holy, O holy Voices sing, voices pray O holy, O holy Rise up, for he is come Rise up, rise up, for he is come For he is come Who sings? Who sings? Who shouts? Who shouts? Who prays? Come out! Come out, come out, I say! Ah... Ah...I dream I but dream... I see a stable, nearly dark O holy, O holy An infant sleeps, the watchdogs bark O holy, O holy Rise up, for he is come Rise up, rise up, for he is come For he is come Who sings? Who sings? Who shouts? Who shouts? Who prays? Come out! Come out, come out, I say! Ah...I dream I but dream... But this cannot be Rome O holy, O holy The Forum's gone, the flesh and bone O holy, O holy And what is this within my sight A temple holy filled with light A dome across a ringing bell I hear a million voices swell And they sing And they sing: O holy, O holy He is come, he is come O holy, O holy Rise up, rise up For he is come, for he is come... Who prays? Who sings? Who shouts? Who prays? Come out! Come out, come out, I say! Who sings? Who shouts? Who shouts? Who prays? Come out! Come out, I say! Who sings? Who shouts?... O holy, O holy He is come, he is come O holy, O holy Rise up, rise up For he is come, for he is come...