I wish I were an angel bright,
To stand before the throne in light,
And join the myriads that proclaim
The honor of th' ascended Lamb.
But stop ! what loser should I be !
I could not sing, " He died for me! "

Ah, no ! I'd not an angel be :
A sinner saved's the name for me.
I'd rather debtor 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.