O God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come.
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
and our eternal home!
Under the shadow of your throne
your saints have dwelt secure.
Sufficient is your arm alone
and our defense is sure.
Before the hills in order stood,
or earth received its frame,
from everlasting you are God,
to endless years the same.
A thousand ages in your sight
are like an evening gone,
shore as the watch that ends the night
before the rising sun.
Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
bears all our years away;
they fly forgotten, as a dream
dies at the op'ning day.
O God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come.
still be our guard while troubles last,
and our eternal home!
