1. Who knows how near my end is drawing!
   Time flieth, hither cometh death.
   How swift, how deftly me befalling,
   Can steal upon me death’s distress!
   My God, I pray through Jesus’ blood:
   Make Thou my end work for my good.

2. How easy ’tis, ere night is falling,
   For all to change from break of day;
   For while upon this earth I’m dwelling
   I live in danger constantly.
   My God, I pray through Jesus’ blood:
   Make Thou my end work for my good.

3. Lord, teach me oft to think of dying,
   And, when my final hour appears,
   My soul on Jesus’ wounds relying,
   Not to delay repentant tears.
   My God, I pray through Jesus’ blood:
   Make Thou my end work for my good.

4. Let me now set my house in order,
   That I may ever ready be,
   And say anew in ev’ry quarter:
   Lord, as Thou wilt, deal Thou with me.
   My God, I pray through Jesus’ blood:
   Make Thou my end work for my good.

5. Make heaven sweet to me as sugar,
   This world as bitter, though, as gall;
   Grant that, in this world’s cruel rigor,
   Eternity before me dwell.
   My God, I pray through Jesus’ blood:
   Make Thou my end work for my good.

6. O Father, all my sins veil over
   With Jesus’ merits, ever blest;
   Therein I’ll wrap me, trusting ever,
   For there I find my wished for rest.
   My God, I pray through Jesus’ blood:
   Make Thou my end work for my good.

7. I know that through the blood of Jesus
   My prayer is pleasing unto Thee;
   There I find comfort in death’s seasons,
   All I would have, in Him I see.
   My God, I pray through Jesus’ blood:
   Make Thou my end work for my good.

8. There’s naught that me from Christ shall sever,
   Nor life nor death from Him shall part.
   I touch Thy side, and doubting never
   I say: My Lord and God Thou art!
   My God, I pray through Jesus’ blood:
   Make Thou my end work for my good.

9. I’ve put on Jesus Christ, my Savior,
   In baptism I stand undefiled;
   Therefore Thou gavest me Thy favor,
   Made me to be Thy blessed child.
   My God, I pray through Jesus’ blood:
   Make Thou my end work for my good.

10. The flesh of Jesus I have eaten,
    His blood I’ve drunk, forgiv’n and free.
    By Him I’ll never be forgotten,
    I am in Him and He in me.
    My God, I pray through Jesus’ blood:
    Make Thou my end work for my good.

11. So come my end today, tomorrow,
    I know in Jesus I am blest;
    I shall be His in joy and sorrow,
    With Jesus’ blood in beauty dressed.
    My God, I pray through Jesus’ blood:
    Make Thou my end work for my good.

12. And so I live, in God delighted,
    And die without an anxious thought;
    I’m pleased, howe’er my God has guided,
    My faith is sure, nor do I doubt:
    Through Thy pure grace and Jesus’ blood
    Thou mak’st my end work for my good.

Wer weiß, wie nahe mir mein Ende
Ämelie Juliane, Countess of Schwarzburg-Rudolstadt, 1686
Tr. Christopher J. Neuendorf, 2021