Will The Angel's Play Their Harps For Me

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?