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 trumpet's 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