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 defence 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 guard while life shall last,

   And our eternal home.