| I dreamed of a city called Glory,
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| So bright and so fair.
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| When I entered the gates I cried, «Holy»
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| The angels all met me there.
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| They carried me from mansion to mansion,
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| And oh, the sights I saw,
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| Then I said, «I want to see Jesus,
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| ‘Cause He’s the One who died for all!»
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| I bowed on my knees and cried,
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| «Holy, Holy, Holy.»
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| I clapped my hands and sang, «Glory,
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| Glory to the Son of God.»
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| Then as I entered the gates of that city,
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| My loved ones all knew me well.
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| They took me down the streets of Heaven;
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| Oh, the scenes were too many to tell;
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| I saw Abraham, Jacob and Isaac,
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| I talked with Mark and Timothy.
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| Oh, but I said, «I want to see Jesus,
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| The One who died for me!»
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| Oh, I bowed on my knees and cried,
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| «Holy, I cried Holy, I cried Holy.»
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| I clapped my hands and sang, «Glory»
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| I clapped my hands and sang, «Glory»
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| I clapped my hands and sang, «Glory»
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| I sang, «Glory to the Son of God.» |