And am I born to die? To lay this 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, The dreary regions of the dead, Where all thigns are forgot! Soon as from earth I go What will become of me? Eternal happiness or woe Must then my portion be! Eternal happiness or woe Must then my portion be! Waked by the trumpet sound, I from my grave shall rise; Ad see the judge with glory crowned, And see the flaming skies! And see the Judge with glory crowned, And see the flaming skies! And see the flaming skies I from my grave shall rise; And see the Judge with glory crowned, And see the flaming skies! (The flaming skies) (The flaming skies) (The flaming skies)