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187. Who knows how near my end may be?

For the Sick and Dying

(CXVI.--"Wer weiss, wie nahe mir mein Ende.")

Original Tune.

Who knows how near my end may be? Time speeds away, and Death comes on; How swiftly, ah! how suddenly, May Death be here, and Life be gone! ||:My God,:|| for Jesu's sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day.

The world that smiled when morn was come May change for me close of eve; So long as earth is still my home In peril of my death I live; ||:My God,:|| for Jesu's sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day.

Teach me to ponder oft my end, And the hour of death appears, To cast my soul on Christ her Friend, Nor spare cries and tears; ||:My God,:|| for Jesu's sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day.

And let me now so order all, That ever ready I may be To say with joy, whate'er befall, Lord, do Thou as Thou wilt with me; ||:My God,:|| for Jesu's sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day.

Let heaven to me be ever sweet, And this world bitter let me find, That I, 'mid all its toil and heat, May keep eternity in mind; ||:My God,:|| for Jesu's sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day.

O Father, cover all my sins With Jesu's merits, who alone The pardon that I covet wins, And makes His long-sought rest my own; ||:My God,:|| for Jesu's sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day.

His sorrows and His cross I know Make death-beds soft, and light the grave, They comfort in the hour of woe, They give me all I fain would have; ||:My God,:|| for Jesu's sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day.

From Him can nought my soul divide, Nor life nor death can part us now; I lay my hand upon His side, And say, My Lord and God art Thou; ||:My God,:|| for Jesu's sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day.

In holy baptism long ago, I join'd me to the living Vine, Thou lovest me in Him, I know, In Him Thou dost accept me Thine; ||:My God,:|| for Jesu's sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day.

And I have eaten of His flesh And drunk His blood,--nor can I be Forsaken now, nor doubt afresh, I am in Him and He in me; ||:My God,:|| for Jesu's sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day.

Then death may come or yet, I know in Christ I perish not, He never will His own forget, He gives me robes without a spot; ||:My God,:|| for Jesu's sake I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day.

And thus I live in God at peace, And die without a thought of fear, Content to take what God decrees, For through His Son my faith is clear, ||:His :|| shall be in death my stay, And peace shall bless my dying day.

Wer weiss wie nahe mir mein Ende

Wer weiss, wie nahe mir mein Ende