Oh, 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 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 son.
Oh, God, our help in ages past
Our hope for years to cmoe
Be Thou our guard while life shall last
And our eternal Home.
"Oh God Our Help in Ages Past," Isaac Watts
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