Our God, our help in ages past
Our hope for years to come
Our shelter from the stormy blast
And our eternal home
Beneath 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
Like flowery fields the nations stand
Pleased with the morning light
The flowers beneath the mower's hand
Lie withering ere ‘tis night
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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
Alternate verses:
Thy Word commands our flesh to dust
"Return, ye sons of men"
All nations rose from earth at first
And turn to earth again
The busy tribes of flesh and blood
With all their lives and cares
Are carried downwards by the flood
And lost in following years
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