Hymns - Teach Me the Measure of My Days - Текст песни

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 honor???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.