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;
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 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,
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 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,
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!
Hosanna in the high­est,
Hosanna for ev­er­more!