
Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #367 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Teach me the measure of my days Lyrics: 1 Teach me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of my frame!
I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.
2 A span is all that we can boast;
An fleeting hour of time;
Man is but vanity and dust
In all his flow'r and prime.
3 What should I wish or wait for then,
From creatures, earth and dust?
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.
4 Now I resign my earthly hope,
My fond desires recall;
I give my mortal int'rest up,
And make my God my all. Topics: Consummation of Things Death Languages: English
The Vanity of Man as mortal