1 The living know that they must die, But all the dead unconscious lie; Their powers of thought and sense are gone, Alike unknowing the unknown.
2 Their hatred and their love are lost, Their envy buried in the dust; They have no share in all that's done Beneath the circuit of the sun.
3 Then what my thoughts design to do, My hands must hasten to pursue; Since no device, nor work is found, Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.Source: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #929