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 sound,

I from my grave shall rise;

And see the Judge with glory crowned,

And see the flaming skies!