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Psalter 107

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Verse 1
My end, Lord, make me know,
My days, how soon they fail;
And to my thoughtful spirit show
How weak I am and frail.

Verse 2
To Thy eternal thought
My days are but a span;
To Thee my years appear as nought,
A breath at best is man.

Verse 3
O Lord, regard my fears,
And answer my request;
Turn not in silence from my tears,
But give the mourner rest.

Verse 4
I am a stranger here,
Dependent on Thy grace,
A pilgrim, as my fathers were,
With no abiding place.

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