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!"