I Bowed On My Knees

I Dreamed Of A City Called Glory,
So Bright And So Fair.
When I Entered The Gate I Cried, “Holy”
The Angels All Met Me There:
They Carried Me From Mansion To Mansion,
And Oh The Sights I Saw.
But I Said, “I Want To See Jesus,
For He’s The One Who Died For All.”

Then I Bowed On My Knees And Cried Holy,
Holy, Holy
Then I Clapped My Hands And Sang, Glory,
Glory To The Son Of God.

I Found As I Entered That City,
My Friends All Knew Me Well.
They Showed Me The Streets Of Heaven;
Such Scenes Too Numerous To Tell;
I Saw Abraham, Isaac And Jacob,
Mark, Luke And Timothy.
But I Said, “I Want To See Jesus,
For He’s The One Who Died For Me.”