And am I born to die

And lay this body down

And as my trembling spirits fly

Into a world unknown

A land of deeper shade

Unpierced by human thought

The dreary region 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 fortune 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 flaming skies