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 voices of angels

From heav’n in answer rang.

Jesuralem! 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,

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 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.

Jerusalem! Jerusalem!

Sing for the night is o’er!

Hosanna in the highest!

Hosanna for evermore!

Words: Frederick E. Weatherly   /   Music: Stephen Adams