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I was passing by a churchyard in the city
When I met a beggar old and grey
With his hands outstretched he asked the folks for pity
And it made me sigh to hear him say
"Oh, I wonder, yes, I wonder
Will the angels way up yonder
Will the angels play their harp for me?
For my feet are growing dreary
And my heart is growing weary
Will the angels play their harp for me?"
Will I ride up to the pearly gates in glory
In a shower of pure shining gold?
Will I see the folks that went up there before me
When I'm safely gathered in the fold?
Oh, a many a mile I've traveled and a million sights I've seen
I'm ready for the glory soon to be
Oh, I wonder, yes, I wonder
Will the angels way up yonder
Will the angels play their harp for me?