Where should I be, if God should say, I must not live another day; And send and take away my breath; What is eternity and death? My body is of little worth, ’Twould soon be mingled with the earth; For we were made of clay, and must Again, at death, return to dust. But where my living soul would go I do not, and I cannot know; For none were e’er sent back to tell The joys of Heaven, or pains of hell. Yet, Heav’n must be a world of bliss Where God Himself for ever is: Where saints around His throne adore, And never sin or suffer more. And hell’s a state of endless woe, Where unrelenting sinners go; Though none that seek the Savior’s grace Shall ever see that dreadful place. O! let me then at once apply To Him who did for sinners die; And this shall be my great reward— To dwell for ever with the Lord.