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O God, Our Help in Ages Past

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Christian Worship #820 (2021) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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 your throne your saints have dwelt secure; sufficient is your arm alone, and our defense is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, or earth received its frame, from everlasting you are God, to endless years the same. 4 A thousand ages in your 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, soon bears us all away; we fly forgotten, as a dream dies at the op’ning day. 6 O God, our help in ages past, our hope for years to come, still be our guard while troubles last, and our eternal home! Topics: Trust Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English Tune Title: ST. ANNE

Our God, Our Help in Ages Past

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4892 Lyrics: 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 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. 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 evening 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 opening day. 8. Like flowery fields the nations stand Pleased with the morning light; The flowers beneath the mower’s hand Lie withering ere ‘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. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. ANNE