I am a stranger

Verse 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.

Verse 2

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

Verse 3

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

Verse 4

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