This morning after breakfast I sat down at the piano to play a song written almost 100 years ago. Susan came into the room to record it. What a privilege we have to come into the presence of God to worship Him!
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 carried 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.
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 loved ones all knew me well.
They showed me all through heaven;
The scenes are too num’rous to tell.
They showed me Abraham, Isaac and Jacob!
Mark, Luke, and Timothy.
But I said I want to bow down and give praise
To the One who died for me.
I thought when I saw my Savior
Oh, glory to God!
I just fell right down before Him,
Singing praise 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.
Words by Nettie Dudley Washington and music by E. M. Dudley Cantwell (copyright 1923, 1925 by Hill & Range Songs, Inc.).