Idumea

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