Herbert W Armstrong

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
Me thought the voice of angels
From heaven answer rang

Me thought the voice of angels
From heaven answer rang

   CHORUS

   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 rang
Hush were the glad Hosannas
The little children sang

The sky grew dark with mystery
The morn was cold and chilled
As the shadow of a stake arose
Upon a lonely Hill

   (CHORUS)

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 street
The gates were opened 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

   CHORUS

   Jerusalem, Jerusalem
   Sing for the night is o'er
   Hosanna in the Highest
   Hosanna forever more
   Hosanna in the Highest
   Hosanna forever more