Teach me to number my days! Lead me to count them aright. In the heavenly reckoning ways. As they stand in the angels' keen sight. I number them ''" year upon year; They number them ''" act upon act. I figure by calendars drear; They figure by motive and fact. I am old as the decades go by, I am young in wisdom and grace; Time's heralds remorselessly fly. My soul has a cowardly pace. I would know the arithmetic law That reckons the worth of a thought, And shows how the ages draw On the work a moment has wrought. Oh, teach me to number my days, As the clerks record them above. By purpose and kindness and praise. And courage and worship and love! |