1. And am I born to die? To lay this body down! And must my trembling spirit fly Into a world unknown? 2. A land of deepest shade, Unpierced by human thought; The dreary regions of the dead, Where all things are forgot! 3. Soon as from earth I go, What will become of me? Eternal happiness or woe Must then my portion be! 4. Waked by the trumpet sound, I from my grave shall rise; And see the Judge with glory crowned, And see the flaming skies!
|First Line:||And am I born to die?|
|Author:||Charles Wesley (1763)|