Lord, make me to know mine end

Lord

make me to know mine end

And the measure of my days

what it is

That I may know how frail I am

How frail I am.

Behold

Thou hast made my days as an handbreadth;

And mine age is as nothing before Thee;

Verily every man at his best state

Is altogether vanity. Selah.

Surely every man walketh in a vain show;

Surely they are disquieted in vain;

He heapeth up riches

and knoweth not

Who shall gather them.

And now

Lord

what wait I for?

My hope is in Thee.

Now Lord

what wait I for?

My hope is in Thee.

My hope is in Thee.

(repeat stanzas 3 and 4)