Last night I lay asleeping
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There came a dream so fair,
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I stood in old Jerusalem
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Beside the temple there
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I heard the children singing
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And ever as they sang,
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Me taught the voice of angels
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From heaven in answer rang
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Me thought the voice of Angels
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From Heaven in answer rang
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"Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
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Hark! How the Angels sing,
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Hosanna in the highest.
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Hosanna to your King!"
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And then me thought my dream was changed
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The streets no longer rang
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Hushed were the glad Hosannas
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The little children sang
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The sun grew dark with mystery,
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The morn was cold and chill
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As the shadow of across arose
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Upon a lonely hill
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As the shadow of a cross arose
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Upon a lonely hill
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"Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
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Sing for the night is o're,
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Hosanna in the highest,
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Hosanna to your King!"
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And once again the scene was changed
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New earth there seemed to be,
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I saw the Holy City
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Beside the tideless sea
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The light of god was on its streets
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The gates were open wide,
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And all who would might enter
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And no one was denied.
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No need of moon nor stars by night,
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Nor sun to shine by day,
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It was the new Jerusalem
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That would not pass away
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It was the new Jerusalem
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That would not pass away
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"Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
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Sing for the night is o'er
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Hosanna in the highest
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Hosanna for evermore.
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Hosanna in the highest
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Hosanna for evermore!"
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The Holy City
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| Charlotte Church |
