Verse 1
The flow'rs that beautified the field,
That looked tender and fresh
When touched by sickle, it will die;
It falls and withers off.

Verse 2
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.

Verse 3
Put not your trust on fleeting breath,
Call not your times your own;
Around, we see sickle of death
Cut down thousands of souls.

Verse 4
Those who are spared until this day
Soon, life will also end;
Prepare, be wise before the time
The death angel will come.

Verse 5
The grass, when dead, will wake no more
Die, thou, that thou may live,
What, if death were the door that leads
To everlasting pain.

Verse 6
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.