I want to be an an­gel,
Before I mount above,
An an­gel in my spir­it
And in­flu­ence of love.
Beneath my eve­ry foot­step
I want the flow­ers to spring,
In deeds of lov­ing kind­ness,
And good for ev­ery­thing.

I want to span my fore­head
A bow of pro­mise bright,
That ev­ery cloud of sorrow
May kin­dle in­to light.
Above the earth, but in it,
I want my ways to wend,
To keep my­self un­spot­ted,
And help to oth­ers lend.

I want to love like an­gels,
And be be­loved again,
And bring the boons of Hea­ven
To bless my fel­low men.
God’s love, in all my mea­sure,
To give again I want.
A heart­ful, heav­en­ly Fa­ther,
For my re­li­gion grant.