Our God Our Help in Ages Past
Words: by Isaac Watts, 1719, alt.
Tune: ST. ANNE, attributed to William Croft, 1708

Our God our help in ages past
Our Hope for years to come,
Our Shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal Home!

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 of us away;
We 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 life shall last,
And our eternal Home.