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 thot the voice of Angels from heaven in answer rang!
Me thot the voice of angels from heav'n 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 Loud Hosannas
The little children sang.
The sun grew dark with mystery,
The morn was cold and chill
When the shadow of a cross appeared
Upon a lonely hill:
When the shadow of a cross appeared
Upon a lonely hill.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem!
Lift up your gates and 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 its streets
The gates were open wide
And all who would might enter there
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.
It was the new Jerusalem,
That would not pass away.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem!
Lift up your gates and sing.
Hosanna in the Highest,
Hosanna to your King!
