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 thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
sufficient is thine arm alone,
and our defense is sure.
3 Before the hills in order stood,
or earth received her frame,
from everlasting thou art God,
to endless years the same.
4 A thousand ages in thy 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 its sons away;
they fly, forgotten, as a dream
dies at the opening day.
6 O God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come,
be thou our guide while life shall last,
and our eternal home!
