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 trumpets' sound
I from my grave shall rise
and see the judge with glory crowned
and see the flaming skies