Beneath the sun, all deeds done, meaningless are they Labor in vain, tormenting pain, incessant toil Chasing the wind, grasping (for) what's been, wearisome longings Ages now gone, time pa**es on, but the earth remains A time of birth, a time of d**h, perishing mortals Men are like gra**, which soon doth pa**, destined to die Houses of clay, doomed to decay, foundations of earth Men come from dust, and to the dust, in d**h all return The Lord did mold, man's flesh and soul, a creation of soil But just as man, from dust began, in d**h will face judgment But Christ was slain, bearing our pain, taking our sentence The Christ was dead, the blood He shed, absolves the guilty The hold of the grave, broken away, by the Risen Saviour Prophecy fulfilled, His perfect will, providing eternal life d**h is certain, for every man, but belief gains life He who believes, life he'll receive, even though he'll die