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.