I. Watts
O GOD, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.
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Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.
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Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame;
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.
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A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone:
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.
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Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.
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O God, our help in ages past
Our hope for years to come.
Be Thou our guard while troubles last
And our eternal home.