RCCG Hymn 777
The Flow'rs that Beautified the Field
"In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up, in the evening it is cut down and withereth." - Ps 90:6
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 on fleeting breath, Call not your times your own Around, we see sickle of death Cut down thousands of soul.
Those who are spared until 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 the 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.
From The Redeemed Hymnal (4th edition) of The Redeemed Christian Church of God.