Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

699 (C.M.) Isaac Watts

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,

How short the fleeting time!

Man is but vanity and dust

In all his flow'r and prime.

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'd give my mortal interest up,

And make my God my all.