And am I born to die
To lay this body down
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown
A land of deeper 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
Will then my portion be
Waked by the trumpet sound
I from my grave shall rise
And see the judge with glory crowned
And see the flaming sky
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