I Bowed On My Knees and Cried Holy

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 sites 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, (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, Isaac 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, (holy) holy."
Then I clapped my hands and sang, "Glory
Glory to the Son of God."