William Billings - Rutland - текст песни (слова)

My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
 Till the last Trumpet joyful sound,
 Then burst the Chains with sweet surprise,
 And in my Savior's Image rise.
 This life's a dream, an empty show,
 but the bright world to which I go
 Hath Joys substantial and sincere.
 When shall I wake and find me there.