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Teach us the measure of our days,
Thou maker of our frame !
And learn how frail we are.
How short the span that we can boast !
A fleeting hour of time! Man is but vanity and dust,
In all his flow'r and prime.
See the vain race of mortals move
Like shadows o'er the plain ;
But all their effort's vain.
What should we wish or wait for, then,
From creatures, earth, and dust? They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.
Let us return to better things,
Our weak desires recall; Rise above earth on hope's strong wings,
And make our GOD, our all.
SHORTNESS AND UNCERTAINTY OF LIFE.
TO-MORROW, LORD! is thine,
Lodg’d in thy sov’reign hand; And if its sun arise and shine,
It shines by thy command.
The present moment flies,
And bears our lives away;
That they may live to-day.
Since on this winged hour
Eternity is hung, Waken, by thine almighty pow'r,
The aged and the young.
This, LORD! demands our care ;
O be it still pursu'd ! Lest, slighted once, the season fair
Should never be renew'd.
EARTHLY AND HEAVENLY TREASURES COMPARED.
All mortal joys, how soon they fade!
The beauty of a day.
Soon are those earthly treasures lost
We fondly call our own;
But there are joys which cannot die,
With God laid up in store ; Treasures, beyond the changing sky,
Richer than golden ore.
The seeds, which piety and love
Have scatter'd here below, In the fair fertile fields above
To ample harvests grow.
BESET with snares on ev'ry hand,
Direct the frail and wav'ring heart
If thou, o father! still art nigh,
The spacious earth is thine, o LORD!
But there's a brighter world on high,
They who abhor and fear to sin,
Such are the men, the pious men,