L.M. Psalm xxxix. 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 mind: He heaps up treasures, mixed 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 hope on thee alone.
