And am I born to die?
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown
A land of deepest shade,
Unpierced by human thought,
The dreary regions of the dead,
Where all things are forgot?
Soon as from earth I go,
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be
Waked by the trumpets sound,
I from my grave shall rise,
And see the Judge with glory crowned,
And see the flaming skies,
And see the Judge with glory crowned,
And see the flaming skies