So teach me, Lord, to number

So teach me, Lord, to number
The moments as they fly, —
So teach me, Lord, to Thee to live
That I to Thee may die;
That all my powers, all my praise
To Thee may first be giv'n,
And all my talents, all my days
Be consecrate to Heav'n!

Make me remember Whose I am,
And Whom I ought to serve,
How much of mercy I receive,
How little I deserve!
Unite my heart, O Lord! to fear
And reverence Thy Name,
And let my life each passing year
Thy faithfulness proclaim.

Less than the least, — the least of all
The mercies shown to me,
Unworthy — but through Christ — to bend
A worshipper to Thee;
Without Thy grace I cannot give
To Heav'n one contrite sigh,
Without Thee, Lord, I could not live,
Without Thee dare not die!

Then be my Guard, my Guide through life,
In death my firmest Friend,
My Strength along the rugged way,
My Glory at the end!
And teach me so to number, Lord,
The moments as they fly,
That I may live upon Thy word,
And in Thy faith may die.