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 thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.
3 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth receiv'd her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.
4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust,
'Return, ye sons of men;'
All nations rose from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.
5 A thousand ages in thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.
6 [The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by the flood,
And lost in following years.
7 Time, like an ever rolling stream,
Bears all his sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the op'ning day.
8 Like flow'ry fields the nations stand
Pleased with the morning light:
The flow'rs beneath the mower's hand
Lie with'ring ere 'tis night.]
9 Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.
Text Information | |
---|---|
First Line: | Our God, our help in ages past |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Scripture: | |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Part 1 |