Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is: that I may know how frail I am.@Psalm 39:4

From The Psalter (Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania: United Presbyterian Board of Publication, 1912), number 107.

Greenwood (Sweetser) Joseph E. Sweetser, 1849 (🔊 pdf nwc).

My end, Lord, make me know,
My days, how soon they fail;
And to my thoughtful spirit show
How weak I am and frail.

To Thy eternal thought
My days are but a span;
To Thee my years appear as naught,
A breath at best is man.

O Lord, regard my fears,
And answer my request;
Turn not in silence from my tears,
But give the mourner rest.

I am a stranger here,
Dependent on Thy grace,
A pilgrim, as my fathers were,
With no abiding place.