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1 AS vel mee ruggit, cour yn vaase?
Nhegin don faagail dagh nhee ta wass
As crommey gys y joan?
Cre’n leagh lurg baase vees currit dou?
Nee trimshey’s plan ny boggey niau,
Ayns traa ta fegooish kione?
2 Kys lhisin beaghey eisht ayns shoh?
Choud as ta Jee spaarail mee bio,
As coadey’n challin faase!
Lesh lane kiarail my yea leeideil,
Er m’arrey, as dy kinjagh prayll,
Kiartagh son lan my vaaish.
3 Traa cha vel ayn son reaid ny cloie,
Ayns saynt, ny boggey’n seihll dy roie,
As traa cha siyragh goll:
Er gerrey dooin ta’n briw cheet,
As ooilley’n seihll dy leah vees eit,
Dy hassoo roish e stoyll,
4 Nhee ayns y theihll cha neeu kiarail,
Agh kys veem abyl dy scapail
Baase son dy bragh as pian!
As jannoo shickyr foayr my Yee:
Eisht tra nee’n corp shoh coayl e vree,
Nee’m cosney maynrys veayn !
5 Hiarn jeeagh lesh chymmey neose veih niau,
Bee’n raad, as neesht leeideilagh dou,
Ver lesh gys maynrys mee:
Cur dou slane ennaght jeh dty ghrayse,
Dy voddym tra
nee’m geddyn baase,
Paartail er-sooyl ayns shee.
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1 AND am I only born to die?
And must I suddenly comply
With nature. stem decree ?
What after death for me remains ?
Celestial joy, or hellish pains,
To all eternity !
2 How then ought I on earth to live,
While God prolongs the kind reprieve.
And props the house of clay !
My sole concern, my single care,
To watch, and tremble, and prepare,
Against the fatal day !
3 No room for mirth or trifling here,
For worldly hope, er worldly four,
If Iife so soon is gone:
If now the Judge is at the door,
And all mankind must stand before
The' inexorable throne !
4 No matter which my thoughts employ,
A moment's misery, or joy;
But O ! when both shall end,
Where shall I find my destined place ?
Shall I my everlasting days
With fiends or angels spend?
5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath,
Bur how I may escape the depth
That never, never dies !
How make mine own election sure,
And, when I fail on earth, secure
A mansion in the skies !
6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray:
Be thou my Guide, be thou my Way
To glorious happiness !
Ah, write the pardon on my heart,
And whensoe'er I hence depart,
Let me depart in peace.
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