I Want to Be an Angel

I want to be an an­gel

And with the an­gels stand

A crown upon my fore­head

A harp with­in my hand;

There

right be­fore the Sav­ior

So glo­ri­ous and so bright

I’d wake the sweet­est mu­sic

And praise Him with delight.

I nev­er should be wea­ry

Nor ev­er shed a tear

Nor ev­er know a sor­row

Nor ev­er know a fear;

But bless­èd

pure and ho­ly

To dwell in Je­sus’ sight

And with ten thou­sand thou­sands

I’d praise Him with 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

O

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;

And there be­fore my Sav­ior

So glo­ri­ous and so bright

I’ll join the heav’n­ly mu­sic

And praise Him with de­light.