I Dreamed Of A City Called Glory,
So Bright And So Fair.
When I Entered The Gates I Cried, "Holy"
The Angels All Met Me There:
They Carried 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."
Chorus
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 Bowed On My Knees And Cried,
"Holy, Holy, Holy."
Then I Clapped My Hands And Sang, "Glory,
Glory To The Son Of God."
As I Entered The Gates Of That City,
My Loved Ones All Knew Me Well.
They Took Me Down The Streets Of Heaven;
Such Scenes Were Too Many To Tell;
I Saw Abraham, Jacob And Isaac
Talked With Mark, And Timothy
But I Said, "I Want To See Jesus,
'Cause He's The One Who Died For Me."
Chorus
Then I Bowed On My Knees And Cried,
"Holy, Holy, Holy."
I Clapped My Hands And Sang, "Glory,
Glory, Glory."
I Clapped My Hands And Sang, "Glory"
I Clapped My Hands And Sang, "Glory"
I Clapped My Hands And Sang, "Glory"
"Glory To The Son Of God"
I Sang, "Glory To The Son Of God."
And You Will Know The Truth, And The Truth Will Set You Free.”
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