Mine End and Measure of My Days { Mine End and Measure of My Days ST. AGNES-John Bacchus Dykes Mine End and Measure of My Days } Mine end and measure of my days, O Lord, unto me show, What is the same; that I hereby My frailty well may know. Lo, thou hast made my days a span, As nothing are my years; Before thy sight, each man at best But vanity appears: Yea, each man walks in empty show; They vex themselves in vain; He heaps up wealth, and knoweth not To whom is shall pertain. And now, O Lord, what wait I for? My hope is fixed on thee. Deliver me from all my sins; The fool's scorn make not me. Oh, spare thou me, that I my strength Recover may again, Before from hence I do depart, And here no more remain.