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1. My end, Lord, make me know,
My days, how soon they fail;
And to my thoughtful spirit show
How weak I am, and frail.
2. To Thy eternal thought
My days are but a span;
To Thee my years appear as nought,
A breath at best is man.
3. O Lord, regard my fears,
And answer my request;
Turn not in silence from my tears,
But give the mourner rest.
4. I am a stranger here,
Dependent on Thy grace,
A pilgrim, as my fathers were,
With no abiding place.
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Additional Info
- Psalter #: 107
- # Stanzas: 4
- Metre: S.M.
- Video: No
- Psalm: 39
- Type: Normal