O God, Our Help in Ages Past

1      O God, our help in ages past,

        our hope for years to come,

        our shelter from the stormy blast,

        and our eternal home:

2      Under the shadow of your throne

        your saints have dwelt secure;

        sufficient is your arm alone,

        and our defense is sure.

3      Before the hills in order stood

        or earth received its frame,

        from everlasting you are God,

        to endless years the same.

4      A thousand ages in your sight

        are like an evening gone,

        short as the watch that ends the night

        before the rising sun.

5      Time, like an ever-rolling stream,

bears all our years away;

        they fly forgotten, as a dream

        dies at the op’ning day.

6      O God, our help in ages past,

        our hope for years to come,

        still be our guard while troubles last

        and our eternal home.