Tom: Am
Am
And am I born to die?
G
To lay this body down?
Dm F Em
And must my trembling spirit fly
Am
Into a world unknown.
Am
A land of deepest shade,
G
Unpierced by human thought,
Dm F Em
The dreary regions of the dead,
Am
Where all things are forgot?
Am
Soon as from earth I go,
G
What will become of me?
Dm F Em
Eternal happiness or woe
Am
Must then my portion be.
Am
Waked by the trumpet's sound,
G
I from my grave shall rise,
Dm F Em
And see the Judge with glory crowned,
Am
And see the flaming skies.
