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.

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Blessy Christlin


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