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,
Oh, send a shining angel

To bear me to the sky.

4 Oh, 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 wake the heavenly music,

And praise Him day and night.

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