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Teach me the measure of my days Thou Maker of my




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.


A span is all that we can boast,
An inch or two of time;
Man is but vanity and dust
In all his flower and prime.


See the vain race of mortals move
Like shadows o’er the plain;
They rage and strive, desire and love,
But all the noise is vain.


Some walk in honour’s gaudy show,
Some dig for golden ore;
They toil for heirs, they know not who,
And straight are seen no more.


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


Now I forbid my carnal hope,
My fond desires recall;
I give my mortal interest up,
And make my God my all.


---Alternative verses---


A span is all that we can boast,
How short the fleeting time!
Man is but vanity and dust
In all his flower and prime.


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

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1719
      Bible Refs: Ps 39:4-7;
      MUSIC
      Name: BYEFIELD
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1840
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        LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
        Hymn/Song Book Song # Key
        # 584F
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
        8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)

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