O God, Our Help
In Ages Past,
Our Hope For
Years To Come,
Our shelter From
The Stormy Blast,
And our Eternal Hope.
Under The Shadow
Of Thy Throne,
Thy Saints have
Dwelt Secure,
Sufficient Is
Thine Arm Alone,
And Our Defence
Is Sure.
Before The Hills
In Order Stood,
Or Earth Received
Her Frame,
From Everlasting
Thou Art God,
To Endless Years
The Same.
A Thousand Ages
In Thy Sight;
Are Like An
Evening Gone,
Short As the Watch
That Ends The Night;
Before The Rising Sun.
Time Like An
Ever-Rolling Stream,
Bears all Its Sons Away;
They Fly Forgotten ,
As A Dream;
Dies At The Opening Day.
O God, Our Help
In Ages Past,
Our Hope For
Years To Come,
Be Thou Our Guard
While Troubles Last,
And Our Eternal Home.