1 Who knows how near my life's expended?
Time flies, and death is hasting on:
How soon, my term of trial ended,
May heave my lat expiring groan!
For Jesus' sake, when flesh shall fail,
O God, with we may all be well!
2 My many sins! O veil them over
With merits of Thy dying Son!
I here Thy richest grace discover,
Here find I peace, and here alone;
And for His sake, when flesh shall fail,
O God, with me may it be well!
3 His bleeding wounds give me assurance
That Thy free mercy will abide;
Here strength I find for death's endurance,
And hope for all I need beside:
For Jesus' sake, when flesh shall fail,
O God, with me may it be well!
4 Naught shall my soul from Jesus sever,
Nor life, nor death; things high nor low:
I take Him as my Lord forever,
My future trust, as He is now;
And for His sake, when flesh shall fail,
O God, with me may it be well.
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First Line: | Who knows how near my life's expended? |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |
Topic: | Christian Life and Hope; The Consummation: Contemplation of Death |
Notes: | Author from Index: Emilia Juliana; Hymn from the German Text: Wer weiss wie nahe mir mein Ende |