Last night I lay a sleeping 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
I thought the voice of Angels from Heaven in answer rang
I thought the voice of Angels from Heaven in answer rang
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
Lift up your gates and 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 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
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
This was one of my grandfathers favorite songs. My grandfather taught music all over Louisiana and Arkansas. He would work all day then get on his horse and ride out to a small town and teach music then ride back in the dark. When he was in his 80s his voice was failing and he had a rickety old piano that no one could tune. But he sat down about a month before he died and did not miss a note. The voice was clear and the old piano had magic that night. I am 63 now and this was when I was nine and I remember it like yesterday.