God made me heavens the sea the

Earth

O'er chaos endless power displayed

And from the dust the dust of earth

Both man and woman in his iamge made

When adam was by eve deceived

And ate the fruit which god forbade

They both the doom of death received

And all man's race was mortal made

So god drove man from paradise

By daily toil to win his bread

And death came forth to claim his prise

And number all men with the dead

Cursed in thy toil shall earth be found

In labour thy days be passed

Till death shall thrust thee underground

Returning dust to dust at last

Woe

Inhabitants of earth

Where cares so keenly strike

In spite of rank wealth or worth

Death will vist all alike

Man that is born of woman has

Few days made difficult with woes：

He passes even as flowers pass

He comes

And like a shadow goes

Before the mighty judge's chair

Comes reckoning for each man alive

Fear then the judgments rendered there：

You know not when he will arrive

If you would lead a sinless life

Then keep this scene in constant view

And you will have no toil or strife

When long repose has come for you