I Dreamed I went to that city called Glory, So bright and so fair, When I entered the gate I cried, “Holy,” The angels all met me there; They showed me from mansion to mansion, And oh, the sights I saw, But I said, “I want to see Jesus, The One who died for all.”

Then I bowed on my knees and cried, “Holy, Holy, Holy,” I clapped my hands and sang, “Glory, Glory to the Son of God.”

I thought when I entered that city, My friends knew me well, They showed me all through heaven. The scenes are too num'rous to tell; They showed me Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Mark, Luke, and Timothy, But I said, “I want to give praise. To the One who died for me.”

Then I bowed on my knees and cried, “Holy, Holy, Holy,” I clapped my hands and sang, “Glory, Glory to the Son of God.”

I thought when I saw my Saviour, Oh! glory to God! I just fell right down before Him. Singing, “Praise to the name of the Lord;” I bowed down and worshipped Jehovah, My friend of Calvary, For I wanted to give praise to Jesus. For saving a sinner like me.

Then I bowed on my knees and cried, “Holy, Holy, Holy,” I clapped my hands and sang, “Glory, Glory to the Son of God.”