1 Our 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 her 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 The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
with all their lives and cares,
are carried downward by your flood,
and lost in following years.
6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
bears all its sons away;
they fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.
7 Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
O be our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.
