1 Almighty Maker of my frame,
Teach me the measure of my days!
Teach me to know how frail I am,
And spend the remnant to thy praise.
2 My days are shorter than a span,
A little point my life appears;
How frail at best is dying man!
How vain are all his hopes and fears.
3 Vain his ambition, noise, and show!
Vain are the cares which rack his mind1
He heaps up treasures mix'd with woe,
And dies and leaves them all behind.
4 O be a nobler portion mine;
My God, I bow before thy throne,
Earth's fleeting treasures I resign,
And fix my hopes on thee alone.
Source: The Hartford Selection of Hymns: from the most approved authors: to which are added a number never before published (2nd ed.) #CCCLIII
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|The Cyber Hymnal #155||Almighty Maker of My Frame||Almighty maker of my frame||WINSCOTT||Anne Steele||LM||<cite>Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional</cite>, 1760|