Almighty Maker of My Frame - Anne Steele

Almighty Maker of my frame,
Teach me the measure of my days,

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.

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.

Psalm xxxix.

Anne Steele