1. I want to be an angel, And with the angels stand,
crown up on my forehead, A harp within my hand; There,
right before my Saviour, So glorious and so bright, I'd
2 I never would be weary,
Nor ever shed a tear,
Nor ever know a sorrow,
Nor ever feel a fear;
But, blessed, pure and holy,
I'd dwell in Jesus' sight,
And with ten thousand thousands
Praise him both day and night.
3 I know I'm weak and sinful, But Jesus will forgive;
For many little children
Have gone to heaven to live.
Dear Saviour, when I languish,
And lay me down to die,
Oh, send a shining angel
To bear me to the sky.
4 Oh, there I'll be an angel,
And with the angels stand,
A crown upon my forehead,
A harp within my hand.
And there, before my Saviour,
So glorious and so bright,
I'll join the heavenly music,
And praise him day and night.