Teach Me The Measure Of My Days

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Recorded by: Jacqui Leclerc
Written by: Dick L. Van Halsema, 1954, Psalm 39
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Lyrics

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; How short, how fleet our time! Man is but vanity and dust, in all his flower and prime.

3.       See the vain race of mortals move. Like shadows on the plain: They rage and strive, desire and love, but all their noise is vain.

4.       Some walk in honor’s gaudy show, some dig for golden ore: They toil for heirs they know not who, and straight are seen no more.

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

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