Found this with a general search but still dont know if it is all the words

> I was passing by a churchyard in a city > When I saw a beggar old and grey. > With his hands outstretched he asked the folks for pity, > And it made me sad to hear him say: > > [chorus] > Oh I wonder, yes I wonder, > Will the angels way up yonder, > Will the angels play their harps for me? > For my feet are growing weary, > And my heart is growing dreary, > Will the angels play their harps for me? > Oh, a million miles I've travelled, and a million sights I've seen, > And 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 harps for me? > > > Will I ride up to the Pearly Gates in glory > In a chariot of shining gold? > Will I see the folks who went up there before me > When I'm safely gathered in the fold?