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The Flow'rs That Beautified the Field
Future Life📖 "In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up, in the evening it is cut down and withereth." -Ps. 90:6.
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The flow'rs that beautified the field, That looked tender and fresh When touched by sickle, it will die; It falls and withers off.
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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.
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Put not your trust on fleeting breath, Call not your times your own Around, we see sickle of death Cut down thousands of soul.
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Those who are spared until this day Soon, life will also end; Prepare, be wise before the time The death angel will come.
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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.
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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.