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 passes on, but the earth remains      A time of birth, a time of death, perishing mortals   Men are like grass, which soon doth pass, destined to die   Houses of clay, doomed to decay, foundations of earth   Men come from dust, and to the dust, in death all return      The Lord did mold, man's flesh and soul, a creation of soil   But just as man, from dust began, in death will face judgement   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   Death is certain, for every man, but belief gains life   He who believes, life he'll receive, even though he'll die      From dust you came   You must return   Can death you escape?      [Ecclesiastes; John 11:25; Hebrews 9:27; Genesis 3:19]