1.

And am I born to die?

To lay this body down?

And must my trembling spirit fly

Into a world unknown,

2.

A land of deepest shade,

Unpierced by human thought,

The dreary regions of the dead,

Where all things are forgot?

3.

Soon as from earth I go,

What will become of me?

Eternal happiness or woe

Must then my portion be:

4.

Waked by the trumpet's sound,

I from my grave shall rise,

And see the Judge, with glory crowned,

And see the flaming skies!

5.

How shall I leave my tomb?

With triumph or regret?

A fearful or a joyful doom,

A curse or blessing meet?

6.

Will angel bands convey

Their brother to the bar?

Or devils drag my soul away,

To meet its sentence there?

7.

Who can resolve the doubt

That tears my anxious breast?

Shall I be with the damned cast out,

Or numbered with the blest?

8.

I must from God be driven,

Or with my Savior dwell;

Must come at his command to heaven,

Or else—depart to hell!