Idumæa

And am I born to die?

To lay this body down?

And does my trembling spirit fly

Into a world unknown

A land of deepest shade

Unpierced by human thought

The dreary region 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's sound,

I from my grave shall rise,

And see the Judge with glory crowned,

And see the flaming skies