Lord, let me know my term of days

Verse 1

Lord, let me know my term of days How soon my life will end; The numerous train of ills disclose, Which this frail state attend.

Verse 2

My Life, Thou know'st, is but a span, A cipher sums my years; And every man, in best estate, But vanity appears.

Verse 3

Man, like a shadow, vainly walks, With fruitless cares oppress'd; He heaps up wealth, but cannot tell By whom 'twill be possess'd.

Verse 4

Why then should I on worthless toys With anxious cares attend? On Thee alone my steadfast hope Shall ever, Lord, depend.

Verse 5

Lord, hear my cry, accept my tears, And listen to my prayer, Who sojourn like a stranger here, As all my fathers were.

Verse 6

O spare me yet a little time; My wasted strength restore, Before I vanish quite from hence, And shall be seen no more.