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!"