C. M. Sheffield
Puritan Board Graduate
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
Unto a world unknown?
Unto 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.
Must then my portion be.
A land of deepest shade,
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.
Where all things are forgot.