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,
 Methought 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 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 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,
 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!