Last night I lay a-sleeping
There came a dream so fair,
I stood in old Jerusalem
Beside the temple there

I heard the children singing,
And ever as they sang,
Me thought the voice of angels
From heaven in answer rang

Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Lift up your gates and sing,
Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna to your King!

And then me thought my dream was changed,
The streets no longer rang,
Hushed were the glad Hosannas
The little children sang

The sun grew dark with mystery,
The morn was cold and chill,
As the shadow of a cross arose
Upon a lonely hill

Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Hark! How the angels sing,
Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna to your King!

And once again the scene was changed;
New earth there seemed to be;
I saw the Holy City
Beside the tideless sea

The light of God was on it's streets,
The gates were open wide,
And all who would might enter,
And no one was denied

No need of moon or stars by night,
Or sun to shine by day;
It was the new Jerusalem
That would not pass away

Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Sing for the night is o'er!
Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna for evermore!