And am I born to die?   To lay this body down   And must my trembling spirit fly   Into a world unknown?      A land of deepest 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   Must 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 skies!      And see the Judge with glory crowned   And see the flaming skies!