Our 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 defense 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 Our God, our help in ages past,

Our hope for years to come,

Be thou our guard while troubles last,

And our eternal home.