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 Yeshua,
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 numerous 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.”
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 saw my Savior,
Oh, glory to God!
I just fell right down before Him,
Singing “Praise to the name of Yahweh;”
I bowed down and worshipped Yahweh,
My friend of Calvary,
For I wanted to give praise to Yeshua
For saving a sinner like me.
Then I bowed on my knees and cried, 
“Holy, Holy, Holy!”
I clapped my hands and sang,
“Glory, glory to the Son of God!”