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 Saviour, So glor'ous and so bright, I'll make 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 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 Saviour, 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 Saviour, So glor'ous and so bright, I'll join the heav'nly music, And praise Him with delight.