There is beyond the sky

A heaven of joy and love;

And holy children, when they die,

Go to that world above.

There is a dreadful hell,

And everlasting pains:

There sinners must with devils dwell

In darkness, fire, and chains.

Can such a wretch as I

Escape this cursed end?

And may I hope, whene'er I die,

I shall to heaven ascend?

Then will I read and pray,

While I have life and breath,

Lest I should be cut off to-day,

And sent t' eternal death.