| God made me Heavens, the Sea, the Earth
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| And 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 image made
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| When Adam was by Eve deceived
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| Then 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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| Oh woe! |
| you inhabitants of this 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 visit 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 |