"Who Knows when Death May Overtake Me"
                        by Aemilie Juliane, 1637-1706
                                  Text From:
                              THE LUTHERAN HYMNAL
                 (St. Louis: Concordia Publishing House, 1941)



	1. Who knows when death may overtake me!
	Time passes on, my end draws near.
	How swiftly can my breath forsake me!
	How soon can life's last hour appear!
	My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
	Thy peace may bless my dying day.

	2. The world that smiled when morn was breaking
	May change for me ere close of day;
	For while on earth my home I'm making,
	Death's threat is never far away.
	My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
	Thy peace may bless my dying day.
	
	3. My end to ponder teach me ever
	And, ere the hour of death appears,
	To cast my soul on Christ, my Savior,
	Nor spare repentant sighs and tears.
	My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
	Thy peace may bless my dying day.
	
	4. Help me now set my house in order
	That always ready I may be
	To say in meekness on death's border:
	Lord, as Thou wilt, deal Thou with me.
	My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
	Thy peace may bless my dying day.
	
	5. Reveal the sweetness of Thy heaven,
	Earth's galling bitterness unfold;
	May I, amid this turmoil riven,
	Thy blest eternity behold.
	My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
	Thy peace may bless my dying day.
	
	6. My many sins blot out forever
	Since Jesus has my pardon won;
	In mercy robed I then shall never
	Fear death, but trust in Thee alone.
	My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
	Thy peace may bless my dying day.
	
	7. Naught shall my soul from Jesus sever;
	In faith I touch His wounded side
	And hail Him as my Lord forever.
	Nor life nor death shall us divide.
	My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
	Thy peace may bless my dying day.
	
	8. Once in the blest baptismal waters
	I put on Christ and made Him mine;
	Now numbered with God's sons and daughters,
	I share His peace and love divine.
	My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
	Thy peace may bless my dying day.
	
	9. His body and His blood I've taken
	In His blest Supper, feast divine;
	Now I shall never be forsaken,
	For I am His, and He is mine.
	My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
	Thy peace may bless my dying day.
	
	10. Then may death come today, tomorrow,
	I know in Christ I perish not;
	He grants the peace that stills all sorrow,
	Gives me a robe without a spot.
	My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
	Thy peace may bless my dying day.
	
	11. And thus I live in God contented
	And die without a thought of fear;
	My soul has to God's plans consented,
	For through His Son my faith is clear.
	My God, for Jesus' sake I pray
	Thy peace may bless my dying day.

        

        Notes:
        Hymn #598  from _The Lutheran Hymnal_
        Text: Ps. 90:12
        Author: Aemilie Juliane, 1686, ab.
        Translated by: composite
        Titled: "Wer weiss, wie nahe mir mein Ende"
        Composer: Christian Moeck, 1818
        Tune: "Wer weiss, wie nahe"