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Thou who dost make our wants thy care,
Teach us the measure of our days;
Make us to know how frail we are,
And spend our moments to thy praise.
Our days are shorter than a span,
A little point our life appears;
How frail at best is dying man!
How vain are all his hopes and fears!
Vain his ambition, noise, and show;
Vain are the cares which rack his mind;
He heaps up treasure mixed with woe,
And dies and leaves them all behind.
Oh, be a better portion ours,
Thy grace to gain, thy wrath to flee;
To consecrate our time and powers,
And find our happiness in thee.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 578 |
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