A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship ‎#367

367. The Vanity of Man as mortal

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.

Text Information

• First Line: Teach me the measure of my days
• Title: The Vanity of Man as mortal
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1845
• Topic: Consummation of Things: Death

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