Idumaea

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