1AND 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!
2Soon as from earth I go,
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe,
Must then my portion be!
Waked by the trumpet's sound,
I from my grave shall rise,
And see the Judge with glory crowned,
And see the flaming skies!
3How 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?
4Who can resolve the doubt
That tears my anxious breast?
Shall I be with the damned cast out;
Or numbered 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.
5O thou that wouldst not have
One wretched sinner die,
Who diedst thyself my soul to save
From endless misery!
Shew me the way to shun
Thy dreadful wrath severe,
That when thou comest on thy throne
I may with joy appear!
6Thou art thyself the way,
Thyself in me reveal;
So shall I spend my life's short day
Obedient to thy will;
So shall I love my God,
Because he first loved me,
And praise thee in thy bright abode
To all eternity?