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