| Song | Lord Let Me Know Mine End |
| Album | John Wesley’s Collection of Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | Lord Let Me Know Mine End |
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Lord Let Me Know Mine End
My Days, How Brief Their Date,
That I May Timely Comprehend
How Frail My Best Estate.
My Life Is But A Span,
Mine Age As Nought With Thee;
Man, In His Highest Honour, Man
Is Dust And Vanity.
A Shadow Even In Health,
Disquieted With Pride,
Or Racked With Care, He Heaps Up Wealth
Which Unknown Heirs Divide.
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.
Dumb At Thy Feet I Lie,
For Thou Hast Brought Me Low;
Remove Thy Judgments, Lest I Die,
I Faint Beneath Thy Blow.
At Thy Rebuke The Bloom
Of Man’s Vain Beauty Flies;
And Grief Shall, Like A Moth, Consume
All That Delights Our Eyes.
Have Pity On My Fears,
Hearken To My Request,
Turn Not In Silence From My Tears,
But Give The Mourner Rest.
A Stranger, Lord, With Thee
I Walk In Pilgrimage,
Where All My Fathers Once, Like Me,
Sojourned From Age To Age.
O Spare Me Yet, I Pray;
Awhile My Strength Restore,
Ere I Am Summoned Hence Away,
And Seen On Earth No More.
