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| OUR 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 | 5 |
| Thy saints have dwelt secure; | |
| Sufficient is thine arm alone, | |
| And our defence is sure. | |
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| Before the hills in order stood, | |
| Or earth received her frame, | 10 |
| From everlasting thou art God, | |
| To endless years the same. | |
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| Thy word commands our flesh, “To dust | |
| Return ye sons of men:” | |
| All nations rose from earth at first | 15 |
| And turn to earth again. | |
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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. | 20 |
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| The busy tribes of flesh and blood, | |
| With all their lives and cares, | |
| Are carried downward by thy flood, | |
| And lost in following years. | |
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| Time, like an ever-rolling stream, | 25 |
| Bears all its sons away: | |
| They fly forgotten, as a dream | |
| Dies at the opening day. | |
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| Like flowery fields the nations stand, | |
| Pleas’d with the morning light, | 30 |
| The flowers beneath the mower’s hand | |
| Lie withering ere ’tis night. | |
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| Our God, our help in ages past, | |
| Our hope for years to come, | |
| Be thou our guard while troubles last, | 35 |
| And our eternal home. | |
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