I want to be an angel,
And with the angels stand,
A crown upon my forehead,
A harp within my hand.
And there before my Savior,
So glor’ous and so bright,
I’ll make the sweetest music,
And praise Him with delight.

I never should be weary,
Nor eer shed a tear,
Nor ever know a sorrow,
Nor ever have a fear.
But blessed, pure, and holy,
I’ll dwell in Jesus’ sight,
And with ten thousand thousands
Praise Him with great delight.

I know I’m weak and sinful,
But Jesus will forgive;
For many little children
Have gone to heav’n to live,
Dear Savior, when I languish,
And lay me down to die,
Oh, send a shining angel
To bear me to the sky.

O there I’ll be an angel,
And with the angels stand,
A crown upon my forehead,
A harp within my hand.
Right there before my Savior,
So glor’ous and so bright,
I’ll join the heav’nly music,
And praise Him with delight.

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