Earth to earth and dust to dust
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Earth to earth and dust to dust,Lord, we own the sentence just;Head and tongue, and hand and heart,All in guilt have borne their part:Righteous is the common doom,—All must moulder in the tomb.
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Like the seed in spring-time sown,Like the leaves in autumn strown,Low these goodly frames shall lie,All our pomp and glory die;Soon the spoiler seeks his prey,Soon he bears us all away.
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Yet the seed, upraised, againClothes with green the smiling plain;Onward as the seasons move,Leaves and blossoms deck the grove;And shall we forgotten lie,Lost forever when we die?
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Lord, from nature's gloomy nightTurn we to the gospel's light;Thou didst triumph o'er the grave,Thou wilt all thy people save;Ransomed by thy blood they rise,Mounting victors to the skies.