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 foll'wing years.
6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
bears all its sons away;
they fly forgotten, as a dream
dies at the op'ning 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.
|First Line:||Our God, our help in ages past|
|Title:||Our God, Our Help in Ages Past|
|Author:||Isaac Watts (1719; Alt. 1990, mod.)|
|Topic:||Funerals; Reformation Day; God: His Eternity(5 more...)|
|Name:||ST. ANNE (Croft)|
|Attributed to:||William Croft, 1678-1727|
|Source:||Tate and Brady's Supplement to the New Version, 1708|