Prostei-me de Joelhos e Dei Glórias

I dreamed of the glorious City
Of unmatched brightness and beauty
Upon crossing its gates I said: Holy!
And a thousand angels joined me

They led me mansion by mansion
Oh! Wonders I saw
Then I said: I want to see Christ
He died for us on the cross

I knelt down, and cried out: He is Holy!
I cried out: Holy! God is Holy!
I clapped and gave Him glories
Glories to the Son of God!
Glories to the Son of God!

Upon crossing the city gates
My beloved and my brothers
Surprised me in the heavenly streets
Oh, what scenes! I can't describe

I saw Abraham, Jacob, and Isaac
I spoke with Mark, Timothy as well
Then I said: Timothy, I want to see Christ
For it was for me that He died

I knelt down, and cried out: You are Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!
My God is Holy!

I clapped and gave Him glories
Glories, I gave glories, glories

I clapped and gave Him glories
I clapped and gave Him glories
I clapped and gave Him glories
Glories to the Son of God!

Yes, I gave glories to the Son of God!