And am I born to die?

And am I born to die?

To lay this body down?

And must my trembling spirit fly

Into a world unknown?

Soon as from earth I go

What will become of me?

Eternal happiness or wo

Must then my portion be!

Wak'd by the trumpet's sound,

I from my grave must rise,

And see the Judge with glory crown'd,

And see the flaming skies.

How shall I leave my tomb!

With triumph or regret!

A fearful or a joyful doom,

A curse or blessing meet?

Will angel bands convey

Their brother to the bar?

Or devils drag my soul away

To meet its sentence there?

Who can resolve the doubt

That tears my anxious breast?

Shall I be with the damn'd cast out,

Or number'd with the blest?

I must from God be driven,

Or with my Saviour dwell;

Must come at his command to heaven,

Or else depart to hell.

I thou that wouldst not have

One wretched sinner die,

Who diedst thyself, my soul to save

From endless misery;

Show me the way to shun

Thy dreadful wrath severe,

That when thou comest on thy throne,

I may with joy appear.