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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,
To see the Judge with glory crowned,
And see the flaming skies.

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