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 the sights I saw.
Then I said, "I want to see Jesus, The One who died for all."

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Then I bowed on my knees and cried, "Holy, Holy, Holy."
I clapped my hands and sang, "Glory, Glory to the Son of God."
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; Oh the scenes too many to tell;
I saw Abraham, Jacob and Isaac, I talked with Mark and Timothy.
But I said, "Timothy, I want to see Jesus, 'Cause He's the One who died for me."

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I bowed on my knees and cried, "Holy, You are Holy, My God is Holy."
I clapped my hands and sang, "Glory," There was glory. Oh Glory.
Glory, I clapped my hands and sang, "Glory,"
Oh, I clapped my hands and sang, "Glory,"
I clapped my hands and sang, "Glory,"
Yes, I sang "Glory to the Son of God."
Well, I sang "Glory to the Son of God."