XCb. Man frail, and God eternal

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 defense 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 ev'ning 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 its sons away;
They fly forgotten as a dream
Dies at the op'ning day.

8 Like flow'ry fields the nations stand,
Pleas'd with the morning light;
The flow'rs beneath the mover'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
Title: Man frail, and God eternal
Meter: Common Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1780
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