And am I born to die

To 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 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 fortune be?

Waked by the trumpet’s sound

I from my grave shall rise

And see the Judge in glory crowned

And see the flaming skies