HYMN 4.
Almighty Maker of my frame,
Teach me the measure of my days;
Teach me to know how frail I am,
And spend the remnant to Thy praise.
My days are shorter than a span,
A little point my life appears;
How frail at best is dying man!
How vain are all his hopes and fears.
Oh! be a nobler portion mine!
My God! I bow before Thy throne;
Earth's fleeting treasures I resign,
And fix my hope on Thee alone.
HYMN 5.
Angels from the realms of glory,
Wing your flight o'er all the earth;
Ye who sang creation's story,
Now proclaim Messiah's birth;
Come and worship—Come and worship,
Worship Christ the new-born King.
Shepherds, in the field abiding,
Watching o'er your flock by night;
God with man is now residing;
Yonder shines the infant light;
Come and worship—Come and worship,
Worship Christ the new-born King.
Saints, before the altar bending,
Waiting long with hope and fear;
