I BOWED 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.”

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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.”

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.