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.