ALMIGHTY Maker of my frame,
By A Collection of Hymns

      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.