I dreamed of a city called Glory, so bright and so fair
And as I entered the gate I cried Holy, the angels all met me there
They carried me from mansion to mansion and oh, the sights I saw
But, then I said, I want to see Jesus, the one who died for us all

I bowed on my knees and cried Holy,
I cried Holy,
I cried Holy,
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 led me down the streets of Heaven and oh, the scenes too many to tell
I saw Abraham, Jacob and Issac. Talked with Mark and Timothy.
Then I said I want to see Jesus, the one who died for me

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