Almighty Maker of My Frame

Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London
Almighty Maker of my frame,
Teach me the measure of my days,
Make me to know how frail I am,
And spend the remnant to Thy praise.
Vain the ambition, noise and show!
The cares which rack the human mind!
Heaping up treasures, mixed with woe,
We die and leave them all behind.
O make a nobler portion mine!
My God, I bow before Thy throne;
Earth’s fleeting treasures I resign,
And fix my love on Thee alone.
Save me, by Thine almighty arm,
Forgive my waywardness and sin,
May guilt and folly no more harm,
As I a life renewed begin.
O spare me, and my soul restore,
Before remaining years shall flee,
And when my days on earth are o’er
Let me for ever dwell with Thee.
(Psalm 39)

Congregational singing
Metropolitan Tabernacle, London
Almighty Maker of my frame,
Teach me the measure of my days,
Make me to know how frail I am,
And spend the remnant to Thy praise.
Vain the ambition, noise and show!
The cares which rack the human mind!
Heaping up treasures, mixed with woe,
We die and leave them all behind.
O make a nobler portion mine!
My God, I bow before Thy throne;
Earth’s fleeting treasures I resign,
And fix my love on Thee alone.
Save me, by Thine almighty arm,
Forgive my waywardness and sin,
May guilt and folly no more harm,
As I a life renewed begin.
O spare me, and my soul restore,
Before remaining years shall flee,
And when my days on earth are o’er
Let me for ever dwell with Thee.
(Psalm 39)

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