I dreamed of a city called Glory, So bright and so fair
When I entered that gate I cried, " Holy"
The angels all met me there
They carried me from mansion to mansion
And oh what sights I saw
But I said " I want to see Jesus
He's the One who died for all"
Then I bowed on my knees and cried
" Holy, Holy, Holy"
Then I clapped my hands and sang " Glory,
Glory to the Son of God
Then I bowed on my knees and cried
" Holy, Holy, Holy"
Then I clapped my hands and sang " Glory
Glory to the Son of God"
I thought as I entered that city
My friends all knew me well
They showed me the streets of Heaven
Such scenes too numerous to tell
I saw Abraham, Issac and Jacob
Mark, Luke and Timothy
But I said " I want to see Jesus
He's the One who died for me."
Then I bowed on my knees and cried
"Holy, Holy, Holy"
Then I clapped my hands and sang "Glory
Glory to the Son of God"
Then I bowed on my knees and cried
"Holy, Holy, Holy"
Then I clapped my hands and sang "Glory
Glory to the Son of God"