Beneath the sun, all deeds done, meaningless are they
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Labor in vain, tormenting pain, incessant toil
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Chasing the wind, grasping (for) what's been, wearisome longings
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Ages now gone, time passes on, but the earth remains
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A time of birth, a time of death, perishing mortals
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Men are like grass, which soon doth pass, destined to die
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Houses of clay, doomed to decay, foundations of earth
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Men come from dust, and to the dust, in death all return
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The Lord did mold, man's flesh and soul, a creation of soil
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But just as man, from dust began, in death will face judgement
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But Christ was slain, bearing our pain, taking our sentence
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The Christ was dead, the blood He shed, absolves the guilty
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The hold of the grave, broken away, by the Risen Saviour
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Prophecy fulfilled, His perfect will, providing eternal life
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Death is certain, for every man, but belief gains life
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He who believes, life he'll receive, even though he'll die
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From dust you came
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You must return
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Can death you escape?
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[Ecclesiastes; John 11:25; Hebrews 9:27; Genesis 3:19]
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Dust To Dust
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