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And am I born to die? To lay this body down? And must my trembling spirit fly Into a world unknown? 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 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 fortune be Eternal happiness or woe Must then my fortune be Waked by the trumpet's sound I from my grave shall rise To meet the judge with glory crowned And see the flaming skies To meet the judge with glory crowned And see the flaming skies From Letras Mania