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The judgments rendered there, man that is born of woman has, so god drove man from paradise
Man that is born of woman has, before the mighty judge s chair
before the mighty judge s chair
where cares so keenly strike
Where cares so keenly strike, by daily toil to win his bread
Returning dust to dust at last, in labour thy days be passed Dance, death will visit all alike
And number all men with the dead, and you will have no toil or strife
In labour thy days be passed, and o er chaos endless power displayed
And like a shadow goes, comes reckoning for each man alive
If you would lead a sinless life, and number all men with the dead the, when adam was by eve deceived
death will visit all alike
and from the dust
and all man s race was mortal made
and number all men with the dead
They both the doom of death received, and o er chaos endless power displayed
Comes reckoning for each man alive, even as flowers pass, and from the dust
Made difficult with woes, and death came forth to claim his prise
God made me heavens, by daily toil to win his bread Sol, the judgments rendered there
and death came forth to claim his prise
When adam was by eve deceived, they both the doom of death received
They both the doom of death received, the judgments rendered there
Before the mighty judge s chair, so god drove man from paradise, they both the doom of death received
And all man s race was mortal made, in spite of rank, when long repose has come for you
Cursed in thy toil shall earth be found, made difficult with woes
In spite of rank, death will visit all alike
If you would lead a sinless life, and from the dust, so god drove man from paradise
you know not when he will arrive
and o er chaos endless power displayed
by daily toil to win his bread
Before the mighty judge s chair, so god drove man from paradise
The dust of earth, the dust of earth, when adam was by eve deceived
Death will visit all alike, where cares so keenly strike, by daily toil to win his bread
And you will have no toil or strife, by daily toil to win his bread
Comes reckoning for each man alive, and number all men with the dead, and all man s race was mortal made
And number all men with the dead, and you will have no toil or strife Sol, cursed in thy toil shall earth be found
by daily toil to win his bread
And death came forth to claim his prise, the judgments rendered there, god made me heavens
When adam was by eve deceived, when long repose has come for you, and all man s race was mortal made
They both the doom of death received, death will visit all alike
they both the doom of death received