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

Methought the voice of Angels

From Heaven in answer rang

Jerusalem Jerusalem

Lift up my 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 my little children sang

Their sun grew dark with mystery

My morn was cold and chill

As the shadow of my cross arose

Upon a lonely hill

As the shadow of my 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

My 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 over

Hosanna in the highest

Hosanna for evermore

Hosanna in the highest

Hosanna for evermore