And am I born to dieTo lay this body downAnd as my trembling spirit flyInto a world unknownA land of deepest shadeUnpierced by human thoughtThe dreary regions of the deadWhere all things are forgotSoon as from Earth I goWhat will become of meEternal happiness or woeMust then my fortune beWaked by the trumpet's soundI from my grave shall riseAnd see the judge with glory crownedAnd see the flaming skies
