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My end, Lord, make me know,
My days, how soon they fail;
And to my thoughtful spirit show
How weak I am and frail.
To Thy eternal thought
My days are but a span;
To Thee my years appear as naught,
A breath at best is man.
O Lord, regard my fears,
And answer my request;
Turn not in silence from my tears,
But give the mourner rest.
I am a stranger here,
Dependent on Thy grace,
A pilgrim, as my fathers were,
With no abiding place.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1912
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 39:4;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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GREENWOOD
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1849
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 205 | G | | # 588 | G |
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