All Flesh is Grass- Marshall Eberly

Lyrics-
The morning flow'rs display their sweets,
Any gay their silken leaves unfold;
As careless of the noonday heats,
And fearless of the evening cold.
Nipped by the wind's unkindly blast,
Parched by the sun's directer ray,
The momentary glories waste,
The short-lived beauties die away.
So bloom the human face divine,
When youth its pride of beauty shows;
Fairer than spring the colours shine,
And sweeter than the virgin rose.
Or worn by slowly rolling years,
Or broke by sickness in a day;
The fading glory disappears,
The short-lived beauties die away.
Yet these, new rising from the tomb,
With lustre brighter far shall shine,
Revive with ever-during bloom,
Safe from diseases and decay.
Let sickness blast, and death devour,
If heav'n must recompence our pains;
Perish the grass, and fade the flow'r,
If firm the word of God remains.