And am I born to die? To lay this body down? And does my trembling spirit fly Into a world unknown A land of deepest 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