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