I BOWED AND CRIED HOLY 173

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.”

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.

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