(adapted from Idumea)

And am I born to die?
To lay this bod-y down!
And must my trem-bling spir-it fly
In-to a world un-nown?

A land of deep-est shade, Un-pierced by hu-man thought;
The drea-ry re-gions of the dead,
Where all things are for-got!
Soon as from earth I go,
What will be-come of me?

E-tern-al hap-pi-ness or woe Must then my por-tion be!
Waked by the trum-pet sound,
I from my grave shall rise;
And see the judge with glo-ry crowned,
And see the flam-ing skies!