LORD, let me know mine end, My days, how brief their date, That I may timely...
Verse 1
LORD, let me know mine end, My days, how brief their date, That I may timely comprehend How frail my best estate.
Verse 2
My life is but a span, Mine age as nought with thee; Man, in his highest honour, man Is dust and vanity.
Verse 3
A shadow even in health, Disquieted with pride, Or racked with care, he heaps up wealth Which unknown heirs divide.
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What seek I now, O Lord? My hope is in thy Name; Blot out my sins from thy record, Nor give me up to shame.
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Dumb at thy feet I lie, For thou hast brought me low; Remove thy judgments, lest I die, I faint beneath thy blow.
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At thy rebuke the bloom Of man's vain beauty flies; And grief shall, like a moth, consume All that delights our eyes.
Verse 7
Have pity on my fears, Hearken to my request, Turn not in silence from my tears, But give the mourner rest.
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A stranger, Lord, with thee I walk in pilgrimage, Where all my fathers once, like me, Sojourned from age to age.
Verse 9
O spare me yet, I pray; Awhile my strength restore, Ere I am summoned hence away, And seen on earth no more.