Lord, make me to know thine end and the measure of my days that I may know how frail I am. Another year of my pilgrimage has passed. I am a year nearer to my death, nearer to Judgment, nearer to eternity to come. Whither shall I flee as the sins of the past year and the transgressions of the years rise to condemn me? Lord, to Thee I flee for refuge in these last hours of the waning year. For the sake of Thine own Son, whom Thou has sent to be the Savior of all men, be gracious to me, and pardon mine iniquity.
Trusting in the merits of my Savior, I come boldly to Thy throne of grace, in full confidence that there I shall obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need. Oh, satisfy me early with Thy mercy that I may rejoice and be glad all my days. May the remaining years of my life be spent in Thy service that, when my last hour shall come, I may depart in peace to enter into Thy joy forever. Amen.
from The Lutheran Book of Prayer, 1951