And am I born to die? To lay this body down! And must my trembling spirit fly Into a world unknown? A land of deepest shade, Unpierced by human thought The dreary regions 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 sound, I from my grave shall rise; And see the Judge with glory crowned, And see the flaming skies!
Posted on: Mon, 17 Jun 2013 03:52:22 +0000
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