1 I want to be an angel,
And with the angels stand,
A crown upon my forehead,
A harp within my hand;
There, right before my Saviour,
So glorious and so bright,
I'd wake the sweetest music,
and praise him with delight.

2 I never should 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' sight,
And with ten thousand thousands
I'd praise him with delight.

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

4 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 Saviour,
So glorious and so bright,
I'll join the heavenly music,
And praise him day with delight.