Hark, a voice saith, all are mortal. Yea, all flesh must fade as grass; Only through a death-rent portal To a better land ye pass; Dust to dust must sink inglorious Ere this body rise victorious To the realms of life and light, Won for saints thro' Jesus' might.
Author: Johann Georg Albinus / Translator: Catherine Winkworth
I know! That was the most frightened I think I ever was as a youth. I was 13 when the Cuban missile crises unfolded, and to see the adults in my family and teachers at mutual be so scared just terrified me. I knew that if this was something that made adults so worried, it was really, REALLY BAD.