Yonder where my earthly remains do go,
will my place be above or down below?.
Was my life so I deserve a place on high
or was I so bad that heaven passed me by?
Is there a way that I can yet be saved
or am I doomed before I reach the grave?
Oh, may my feet the righteous path do tread,
and close my eyes when evil shows its ugly head.
And when my earthly journey finally ends,
and I leave behind my family and friends.
Etched on my stone these words should read,
"He tried an honest life to lead."