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