Evangelical Lutheran Hymnal. 9th ed. ‎#a432

a432. Teach me the measure of my days

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;
A fleeting hour of time;
Man is but vanity and dust,
In all His flower and prime.

3 Vain race of mortals, see them move
Like shadows o'er the plain:
They rage and strive, desire and love,
But all the noise is vain.

4 Some walk in honor's gaudy show;
Some dig for golden ore;
They toil for whom they do not know,
And straight are seen no more.

5 What should I wish or wait for then,
From creatures, earth, and dust?
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.

6 Now I resign my earthly hope,
My fond desires recall;
I give my mortal interest up,
And make my God my all.

Text Information

• First Line: Teach me the measure of my days
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1895
• Topic: Christian Life and Hope; The Consummation: Contemplation of Death
• Notes: Author from Index: Watts

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