The Hymnal ‎#C77

C77. Burial of the Dead

1 LORD, let me know mine end and the number of my days that I may be certified how long I have to live.
2 Behold, thou hast made my days as it were a span long and mine age even as nothing in respect of thee and verily every man living is altogether vanity.
3 For man walketh in a vain shadow and disquieteth himself in vain; he heapeth up riches and cannot tell who shall gather them.
4 And now, Lord, what is my hope; truly my hope is even in thee.
5 Deliver me from all mine offences and make me not a rebuke unto the foolish.
6 When thou with rebukes dost chasten man for sin, thou makest his beauty to consume away like as it were a moth fretting a garment; every man therefore is but vanity.
7 Hear my prayer O LORD and with thine ears consider my calling; hold not thy peace at my tears;
8 For I am a stranger with thee and a sojourner as all my fathers were.
9 O spare me a little that I may recover my strength before I go hence and be no more seen.
Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost;
As it was in the beginning is now, and ever shall be, world without end.
Amen.

1 LORD, thou hast been our refuge from one generation to another.
2 Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever the earth and the world were made thou art God from everlasting, and world without end.
3 Thou turnest men to destruction; again thou sayest, Come again, ye children of men.
4 For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday seeing that is past as a watch in the night.
5 As soon as thou scatterest them thy are even as a sleep and fade away suddenly like the grass.
6 In the morning it is green and groweth up but in the evening it is cut down, dried up and withered.
7 For we consume away in displeasure and are afraid at thy wrathful indignation.
8 Thou hast set our misdeeds before thee and our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.
9 For when thou art angry all our days are gone we bring our years to an end, as it were a tale that is told.
10 The days of our age are threescore years and ten and though men be so strong that they come to fourscore years, yet is their strength then bu labour and sorrow; so soon passeth it away and we are gone.
11 O teach us to number our days that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
Glory be to the Father and to the son and to the Holy Ghost;
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be world without end.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: LORD, let me know mine end and the number of my days
• Title: Burial of the Dead
• Publication Date: 1916

Tune Information

• Name: [Lord, let me know mine end]
• Composer: Blow
• Key: e minor