Lord, make me to know…the measure of my days…that I may know how frail I am.@Psalm 39:4
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Samuel S. Wesley (1810–1876)

Anne Steele, Po­ems on Sub­jects Chief­ly De­vo­tion­al 1760; the orig­in­al was the 13-stan­za po­em, When I Re­solved to Watch My Thoughts. This ver­sion is a cen­to that first ap­peared in A Se­lec­tion of Hymns from the Best Au­thors, by John Rip­pon (Lon­don: 1787).

Wins­cott Sam­u­el S. Wes­ley, 1872 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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.