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 And see the Judge with glory crowned And see the flaming skies More...