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God made me Heavens, the Sea, the |
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Earth. |
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O'er Chaos endless power displayed, |
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And from the dust - the dust of Earth - |
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Both man and woman in His iamge made. |
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When Adam was by Eve deceived, |
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And ate the fruit which God forbade |
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They both the doom of death received, |
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And all man's race was mortal made. |
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So God drove Man from Paradise, |
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By daily toil to win his bread; |
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And Death came forth to claim his prise, |
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And number all men with the dead. |
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Cursed in thy toil shall earth be found, |
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In labour thy days be passed; |
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Till Death shall thrust thee underground, |
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Returning dust to dust at last. |
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Woe! inhabitants of Earth, |
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Where cares so keenly strike, |
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In spite of rank, wealth, or worth, |
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Death will vist all alike. |
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Man that is born of woman has |
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Few days, made difficult with woes: |
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He passes, even as flowers pass; |
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He comes, and like a shadow goes |
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Before the mighty judge's chair |
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Comes reckoning for each man alive; |
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Fear, then, the judgments rendered there: |
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You know not when he will arrive. |
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If you would lead a sinless life, |
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Then keep this scene in constant view, |
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And you will have no toil or strife |
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When long repose has come for you. |
