O God, our help in ages past

Written by: Isaac Watts, William Croft

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Our hope for years to come
Our shelter from the stormy blast
And our eternal home

Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure
Sufficient is Thine arm alone
And our defense is sure

Before the hills in order stood
Or earth received her frame
From everlasting Thou art God
To endless years the same

A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun

Time, like an ever rolling stream
Bears all its sons away
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day

Our God, our help in ages past
Our hope for years to come
Be Thou our guard while troubles last
And our eternal home

Isaac Watts

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