Numbering Our Days

Thou hast set our iniquities

Lord

before Thy face;

E’en our secret hidden sins

Light of Thy countenance traced.

For in Thine o’erflowing wrath

Have our days wholly gone by;

And our years come to an end

Like a whispered sigh.

Oh

the days of all our years are seventy

Or

if due to strength

they eighty be;

Yet what’s their pride and boast?

Toil and sorrow and woe.

All soon will fade;

And we

too

fly away.

Teach us then to number our days

Heart of wisdom to obtain.

O Lord

teach us then to number our days

Heart of wisdom to gain.

Satisfy us

Lord

in the morn

With lovingkindness outpoured

That a joyful ringing shout may arise

All the days of our life.

Lord

according to all the days

That we afflictions have faced

And to the years wherein evil we’ve seen

Make us glad in Thee

Make us glad in Thee.