Idumea

                                  And 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

Soon as from earth I go

What 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