And am I born to die
To lay this body down
And as my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown

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 [bad word] of me
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my fortune be

Waked by the [bad word] s sound
I from my grave shall rise
And see the judge with glory crowned
And see the flaming skies