Psalms 39:4

• [Psa 39:4] Almighty Maker Of My Frame

  Almighty Maker of my frame! Teach me the measure of my days, Teach me to know how frail I am, And spend the remnant in 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.

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 39:4] Teach Me The Measure Of My Days

  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, An inch or two of time; Man is but vanity and dust In all his flower and prime. See the vain race of mortals move Like shadows o’er the plain; They rage and strive, desire and love, But all the noise is vain. Some walk in honor’s gaudy show, Some dig for golden ore; They toil for heirs, they know not who, And straight are seen no more. 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 give my mortal interest up, And make my God my all.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 56:13

• [Psa 56:13] For This New Year

  For this New Year we humbly ask Your grace; Help us to always see Your loving face Shining upon us, bringing peace within, Keeping our feet from paths of mortal sin. Dear Lord, we ask that we would always be Open to You, and that all men may see In how we treat them that we’ve made a pact. To let Your love shine through our ev’ry act. Within our fam’lies may we know Your peace; As we share moments let our love increase. Teach us to share with those we truly love As we would do so in that home above. Now for Your church, Lord, we would give You thanks, All kinds of people making up her ranks; Help her be true in all she longs to do That ev’ry act shall praise and honor You. For this Your world, dear Lord, we beg You now Beat ev’ry sword blade into humble plow; We seek that peace that we can help to bring When we acknowledge You as Lord and King. For me, O Lord, this too I simply ask; Help me to not shirk my appointed task, Teach me to trust, Lord, walking day by day, In simple faith that You show me Your way.

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  source: Cyberhymnal