O
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.
Thy
word commands our flesh to dust:
“Return,
ye sons of men;”
All
nations rose from earth at first,
And
turn to earth again.
Time,
like an ever rolling stream,
Bears
all its sons away;
They
fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies
at the opening day.
O
God, our help in ages past,
Our
hope for years to come,
Be
thou our guard while troubles last,
And
our eternal home!
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