I Bowed On My Knees and Cried Holy

I dreamed of a city called Glory, So bright and so fair. As I entered the gate I cried, Holy The angels all met me there: They carried me from mansion to mansion, And oh the sites 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; 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; Oh I saw Abraham, Jacob and Isaac, And I talked to Timothy. I said, Timothy, I want to see Jesus, For He's the One who died for me. Then I bowed on my knees and cried, Holy, Holy, Holy. I clapped my hands and sang, Glory, Glory, Glory Glory I clapped my hands and sang, Glory, I cried Glory to the Son of God.