Our God, our help in ages past,
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 defence is
sure.
Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her
frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the
same.
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.