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