Make Me to Know by Oasis Chorale

1 Make me to know the measure of my days,
O Maker of my mortal frame.
I would survey life’s brief and narrow space
And learn how frail I am.

2 The smallest span is all that we can boast,
None but an inch or two of all Thy time.
We are but dust and foolish vanity
In all our flow’r and prime.

3 See how the rushing race of mortals move,
As shadows o’er the plain.
They rage, strive, desire and love;
But all their noise is vain.

4 Make me to know the measure of my days,
O Maker of my mortal frame.
I would survey life’s brief and narrow space
And learn how frail I am.