Last night I lay asleep,
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
Lift up the voice of an gels,
from heaven in answer rhyme.
Lift up the voice of angels,
from heaven in answer
rhyme.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
Lift up your gates and sing,
Hosanna in the highest,
Hosanna to your King!
And then me thought my dream was changed,
The streets no longer rhyme.
Hushed were the glad hosannas,
the little children sighing.
The sun grew dark with history,
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,
I count the angels' hymn.
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 timeless sea.
The light of God was on its streets,
the gates were open wide,
And all who wore my banner
And no one was denied
No need of Buddha's 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.
I lost all thought of heaven and earth.