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Last night I lay a sleep­ing,There came a dream so fair,I stood in old Je­ru­sa­lemBeside the tem­ple there.I heard the child­ren sing­ing,And ev­er as they sang,Methought the voice of an­gelsFrom Heav’n in an­swer rang;Methought the voice of an­gelsFrom Heav’n in an­swer rang—Jerusalem! Je­ru­sa­lem!Lift up your gates and sing,Hosanna in the high­estHosanna to your king! And then me­thought my dream was changed,The streets no long­er rang,Hushed were the glad ho­san­nasThe lit­tle child­ren sang.The sun grew dark with mys­te­ry,The morn was cold and chill,As the sha­dow of a cross aroseUpon a lone­ly hill,As the sha­dow of a cross aroseUpon 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 Ci­tyBeside 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,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!Hosanna in the high­est,Hosanna for ev­er­more!