The flow’rs that beautified the field,

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.

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.

3.

Put not your trust on fleeting breath,

Call not your times our own;

Around, we see sickle of death

Cut down thousands of souls.

4.

Those who are spared until this day

Soon, life will also end;

Prepare, be wise before the time

The death angel will come.

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.

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.