I Want to Be an Angel.

I Want to Be an Angel.
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I want to be an angel.
And with the angels stand. .
A crown upon my forehead.
A harp within my hand.
There, right before
So glorious and my Savior. so bright
I’d wake the sweetest music
And praise him day and night.

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’ sigitt.
And with ten thousand thousands
Praise, him both day and night.

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

Oh, there I’ll be an angel.
And with the angels stand.
A crown upon my forenead,
A harp within my hand
And there, before my Savior.
So glorious and so bright.
I’ll foin the heavenly music
And praise hin day and night.