Hymn 522
The flow' rs that beautified the field
Itana t’o bò ‘gbe l’ aṣọ
- The flow' rs that beautified the field,
That looked tender and fresh;
When touched by sickle, it will die;
It falls and withers off. - This example is fit for us,
According to God's word;
Let young and old take heed and know
That they are but like grass. - Put not your trust fleeting breath,
Call not your times your own;
Around, we see sickle of death,
Cut down thousands of souls. - Tose who are spared untill this day,
Soon, life will also end;
Prepare, be wise before the time,
The death angel will come. - The grass, when dead, will wake no
more;
Die, thou, that thou may live;
What, if death were door that leads
To everlasting pain. - O Lord, help us answer Thy call,
Let us depart from sin;
And when we fall down like the grass,
Let our souls come to Thee. Amen.