Scripture Verse

Teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. Psalm 90:12


Ray Palmer (1808–1887)

Words: Ray Pal­mer, 1832.

Music: Al­ces­ter Sam­uel S. Wes­ley, in A Se­lect­ion of Psalms and Hymns, by Charles Kem­ble (Lon­don: John F. Shaw, 1864), num­ber 35 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Samuel S. Wesley (1810–1876)


Thou who roll’st the year around,
Crowned with mercies large and free,
Rich Thy gifts to us abound;
Warm our thanks shall rise to Thee.

Kindly to our worship bow
While our grateful praises swell,
That, sustained by Thee, we now
Bid the parting year farewell.

All its numbered days are sped,
All its busy scenes are o’er,
All its joys for­ev­er fled,
All its sorrows felt no more.

Mingled with th’eter­nal past,
Its remembrance shall decay,
Yet to be revived at last
At the solemn judg­ment day.

All our follies, Lord, forgive;
Cleanse each heart and make us Thine;.
Let Thy grace within us live,
As our future suns decline.

Then, when life’s last eve shall come,
Happy spirits let us fly
To our ev­er­last­ing home,
To our Fa­ther’s house on high.