| We spend our years as a tale that is told. (Psa. 90:9) |
| Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am. Behold, Thou hast made my days as a handbreadth; and mine age is as nothing before Thee: verily every man at his best state is altogether vanity. Selah. (Psa. 39:4‑5) |
| That we … might serve Him without fear, in holiness and righteousness before Him, all the days of our life. (Luke 1:74‑75) |
Rise, my soul, thy God directs thee,
Stranger hands no more impede;
Pass thou on, His hand protects thee,
Strength that has the captive freed. |
When to Canaan’s long-loved dwelling
Love divine thy foot shall bring,
There, with shouts of triumph swelling,
Zion’s songs in rest to sing. |
