DUST TO DUST

Dust to dust:

Fall and perish love and lust:

Life is one brief autumn day;

Sin and sorrow haunt the way

To the narrow house of clay,

Clutching at the good and just:

Dust to dust.

Dust to dust:

Still we strive and toil and trust,

From the cradle to the grave:

Vainly crying, “Jesus, save!”

Fall the coward and the brave,

Fall the felon and the just:

Dust to dust.

Dust to dust:

Hark, I hear the wintry gust;

Yet the roses bloom to-day,

Blushing to the kiss of May,

While the north winds sigh and say:

“Lo we bring the cruel frost —

Dust to dust.”

Dust to dust:

Yet we live and love and trust,

Lifting burning brow and eye

To the mountain peaks on high:

From the peaks the ages cry,

Strewing ashes, rime and rust:

“Dust to dust!”

Dust to dust:

What is gained when all is lost?

Gaily for a day we tread —

Proudly with averted head

O'er the ashes of the dead —

Blind with pride and mad with lust:

Dust to dust.

Hope and trust:

All life springs from out the dust:

Ah, we measure God by man,

Looking forward but a span

On His wondrous, boundless plan;

All His ways are wise and just;

Hope and trust.

Hope and trust:

Hope will blossom from the dust;

Love is queen: God's throne is hers;

His great heart with loving force

Throbs throughout the universe;

We are His and He is just;

Hope and trust.