579 Who knows how near my life's ex-pended?

1 Who knows how near my life's ex-pended? Time flies, and death is hasting on, How soon, my term of trial ended, Death may be here and life be gone. My God, for Jesus' sake, I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 2 My many sins! O veil them over With merits of Thy dying Son! Here Thy richest grace discover, Here find I peace, and here alone; My God, for Jesus' sake, I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 3 His bleeding wounds give me assurance That Thy free mercy will abide; Here strength I find for death's endurance, And hope for all I need beside: My God, for Jesus' sake, I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day. 4 Naught shall my soul from Jesus sever, Nor life, nor death; things high nor low; I take Him as my Lord forever, My future trust, as He is now; My God, for Jesus' sake, I pray Thy peace may bless my dying day.