1 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 Defence is sure.
3 Before the Hills in Order stood,
Or Earth receiv'd her Frame,
From Everlasting thou art GOD,
To endless Years the same.
4 Thy Word commands our Flesh to Dust,
Return, ye Sons of Men:
All Nations rose from Earth at first,
And turn to Earth again.
5 A thousand Ages, in thy Sight
Are like an Ev'ning gone;
Short as the Watch that ends the Night
Before the rising Sun.
6 [The busy Tribes of Flesh and Blood,
With all their Lives and Cares,
Are carried downwards by the Flood,
And lost in following Years.
7 Time, like an ever-rolling Stream,
Bears all its Sons away:
They fly, forgotten, as a Dream
Dies at the op'ning Day.
8 Like flow'ry Fields the Nations stand
Pleas'd with the Morning-Light;
The Flow'rs beneath the Mower's Hand,
Lie with'ring e'er 'tis Night.]
9 Our 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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First Line: | Our GOD, our Help in Ages past |
Meter: | Com. Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
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Topic: | Death: the effect of sin; Frailty of Man; Funeral psalm(5 more...) |