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L. M.
That I may know how frail I am.
Psalm 39:4.
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.
2 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!
3 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.
4 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.
Mrs. Steele.