Idumea
And am I born to die?To lay this body down!And must my trembling spirit flyInto a world unknown?
A land of deepest shade,Unpierced by human thoughtThe dreary regions of the dead,Where all things are forgot.
Soon as from earth I goWhat 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!