Teach me, oh thou! that teacher art

Teach me, oh thou! that teacher art Of every duty here below; The number of my days impart; Be thou my guide where e'er I go. I ask no gold nor length of days, I meet thy will, thy will be done; I know that time itself decays, And gold but sparkles in the sun. When chasten'd, let me kiss the rod; I wish no transient joy to claim; Be thou my portion, oh, my God! Thro' Heaven's eternal year the same.