I Bowed on My Knees and Cried Holy A

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."

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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."

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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."