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?

Soon as from Earth I go
What will become of me?
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be

A land of deepest heed
Unpierced by human thought
That weary region of the dead
Where all things are forgot
That weary region of the dead
Where all things are forgot