Today’s hymn comes from Charles Spurgeon, published in his ‘Our Own Hymn Book’, a collection of Psalms and hymns he complied for his own congregation. If anyone has a recording of this, please do send through! In the meantime, enjoy reading this one.
Behold, O LORD, my days are made
A handbreadth at the most;
‘Ere yet ’tis noon my flow’r must fade,
And I give up the ghost.
Then teach me, Lord, to know mine end,
And know that I am frail;
To heav’n let all my thoughts ascend,
nd let not earth prevail.
What is there here that I should wait,
My hope’s in Thee alone;
When wilt Thou open glory’s gate
And call me to Thy throne?
A stranger in this land am I,
A sojourner with Thee;
Oh be not silent at my cry,
But show Thyself to me.
Though I’m exiled from glory’s land,
Yet not from glory’s King;
My God is ever near at hand,
And therefore I will sing.
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