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 all 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.