Indexes for The Sacred Harp, 2025 Edition
563 Suffield
Words: Isaac Watts, 1719
Music: Oliver King, 1779
Meter: Common Meter (8,6,8,6)
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 flow’r and prime.
See the vain race of mortals move
Like shadows o’er the plain;
They rage and strive, desire and love,
But all their noise is vain.
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 flow’r and prime.
See the vain race of mortals move
Like shadows o’er the plain;
They rage and strive, desire and love,
But all their noise is vain.