Last night I lay asleeping 

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, 

Methought the voice of Angels 

From Heaven in answer rang 

"Jerusalem, Jerusalem! 

Lift up you gates and sing, 

Hosanna in the highest. 

Hosanna to your King!" 



And then methought my dream was chang'd 

The streets no longer rang 

Hush'd 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 chang'd 

New earth there seem'd 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 

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!"