I Bowed on My Kness and Cried, "Holy"

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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