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

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

Waked by the [bad word] #39;s sound
I from my grave shall rise
And see the Judge with glory crowned
And see the flaming skies