A Mourner's Entreaties

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.