1 Oh would we be as angels bright,
To stand before the throne in light,
And join the myriads that proclaim
The honor of th' ascended Lamb?
Ah, no!--what losers were we thus;
We could not sing, He died for us!

2 We would not bear an angel's name;
A sinner saved is that we claim.
We'd rather debtors be to grace
Than fill e'en Gabriel's honored place,
And washed in Calvary's precious flood,
Owe all to Christ's atoning blood.