Текст песни
And am I born to die?
And lay this body down?
And as my trembling spirits fly
Into a world unknown?
A land of deeper 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 fortune be?
Waked by the trumpet's sound,
I from my grave shall rise,
And see the Judge in glory crowned,
And see the flaming skies!
