Idumea
PATRICK WOLF
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's sound
I from my grave shall rise
And see the Judge with glory crowned
And see the flaming skies