Hymn

Almighty maker of my frame

Hymn
Almighty Maker of my frame!
Teach me the measure of my days,
Teach me to know how frail I am,
And spend the remnant in Thy praise.

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!

Vain his ambition, noise and show
Vain are the cares which rack his mind
He heaps up treasures mixed with woe,
And dies and leaves them all behind.

O be a nobler portion mine!
My God, I bow before Thy throne
Earth's fleeting treasures I resign,
And fix my hope on Thee alone.

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