- 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.