Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

727 (S.M.) Charles Wesley

And am I born to die?

To lay this body down?

And must my trembling spirit fly

Into a world unknown?

Waked by the trumpet's sound,

I from my grave shall rise,

And see the Judge with glory crowned,

And view the flaming skies!

How shall I leave my tomb?

With triumph, or regret?

A fearful or a joyful doom,

A curse or blessing meet?

I must from God be driv'n,

Or with my Saviour dwell;

Must come at His command to heav'n,

Or else depart to hell!

O, Thou who wouldst not have

One mourning sinner die,

Who died Thyself that soul to save

From endless misery,

Show me some way to shun

Thy dreadful wrath severe,

That when Thou comest on Thy throne,

I may with joy appear.