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.