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.