Teach me, O Lord, to number my days, Teach me to number my days,
That I may apply unto wisdom my heart, That I may apply my heart.
I am but a man, my years are but a day: Short will be my stand, and brief will be my stay, and I will not again e'er pass along this way-- Teach me, O Lord, to number my days, O Teach me to number my days.
Teach me, O Lord, to number my days, Teach me to number my days,
And let me be wholly devoted to Thee, To daily increase Thy praise.
Life is like the sand, soon trickled through the glass: Flowers we appear, to perish as the grass; A thousand years with Thee, as yesterday is past-- Teach me, O Lord, to number my days, O teach me to number my days.
Teach me, O Lord, to number my days, Teach me to number my days,
And satisfy early my deep yearning heart, That I may rejoice always.
Three score years and ten are all my life may hold:a tale so quickly told;
And judgment greet us then our Maker we behold-- Teach me, O Lord, to number my days, O teach me to number my days.
~Harmony Brubaker Copyright 1997 by Stanley K. Brubaker. Permision for notprofit use in churches, schools, and similar noncommercial uses is hereby granted, if this line appears legibly on all photocopies. For other uses, call 269-476-1999.