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:Lord, let me know mine end and the number of my days,<br>
:Lord, let me know mine end and the number of my days,
:That I may be certified how long I have to live.<br>
:That I may be certified how long I have to live.
:Thou hast made my days as it were a span long;<br>
:Thou hast made my days as it were a span long;
:And mine age is as nothing in respect of Thee,<br>
:And mine age is as nothing in respect of Thee,
:And verily, ev'ry man living is altogether vanity,<br>
:And verily, ev'ry man living is altogether vanity,
:For man walketh in a vain shadow<br>
:For man walketh in a vain shadow
:And disquieteth himself in vain,<br>
:And disquieteth himself in vain,
:He heapeth up riches and cannot tell who shall gather them.<br>
:He heapeth up riches and cannot tell who shall gather them.
:And now, Lord, what is my hope?<br>
:And now, Lord, what is my hope?
:Truly my hope is even in Thee.<br>
:Truly my hope is even in Thee.
:Deliver me from all mine offences<br>
:Deliver me from all mine offences
:And make me not a rebuke to the foolish.<br>
:And make me not a rebuke to the foolish.
:I became dumb and opened not my mouth<br>
:I became dumb and opened not my mouth
:For it was Thy doing.<br>
:For it was Thy doing.
:Take Thy plague away from me,<br>
:Take Thy plague away from me,
:I am even consumed by means of Thy heavy hand.<br>
:I am even consumed by means of Thy heavy hand.
:When Thou with rebukes does chasten man for sin<br>
:When Thou with rebukes does chasten man for sin
:Thou makest his beauty to consume away<br>
:Thou makest his beauty to consume away
:Like as it were a moth fretting a garment;<br>
:Like as it were a moth fretting a garment;
:Ev'ry man therefore is but vanity.<br>
:Ev'ry man therefore is but vanity.
:Hear my pray'r, O Lord<br>
:Hear my pray'r, O Lord
:And with Thy ears consider my calling,<br>
:And with Thy ears consider my calling,
:Hold not Thy peace at my tears!<br>
:Hold not Thy peace at my tears!
:For I am a stranger with Thee and a sojourner<br>
:For I am a stranger with Thee and a sojourner
:As all my fathers were.<br>
:As all my fathers were.
:O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength before I go hence<br>
:O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength before I go hence
:And be no more seen.<br>
:And be no more seen.





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Editor: John Henry Fowler (added 2005-11-14).   Score information: Letter, 22 pages, 210 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Lord, let me know mine end
Composer: Charles Hubert Hastings Parry
Lyrics: From Bible - Psalm 39

Number of voices: 8v   Voicing:SSAATTBB
Genre: Sacred, Motet

Language: English
Instruments: Organ

Published: 1918

Description: Number 6 in a set of 6 known as the "Songs of Farewell "

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Original text and translations

Original text and translations may be found at Psalm 39.

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Lord, let me know mine end and the number of my days,
That I may be certified how long I have to live.
Thou hast made my days as it were a span long;
And mine age is as nothing in respect of Thee,
And verily, ev'ry man living is altogether vanity,
For man walketh in a vain shadow
And disquieteth himself in vain,
He heapeth up riches and cannot tell who shall gather them.
And now, Lord, what is my hope?
Truly my hope is even in Thee.
Deliver me from all mine offences
And make me not a rebuke to the foolish.
I became dumb and opened not my mouth
For it was Thy doing.
Take Thy plague away from me,
I am even consumed by means of Thy heavy hand.
When Thou with rebukes does chasten man for sin
Thou makest his beauty to consume away
Like as it were a moth fretting a garment;
Ev'ry man therefore is but vanity.
Hear my pray'r, O Lord
And with Thy ears consider my calling,
Hold not Thy peace at my tears!
For I am a stranger with Thee and a sojourner
As all my fathers were.
O spare me a little, that I may recover my strength before I go hence
And be no more seen.