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Verse 1

O God! our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come;
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.

Verse 2

Under the shadow of thy throne,
Still may we dwell secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

Verse 3

Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.

Verse 4

A thousand ages in thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.

Verse 5

The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their cares and fears,
Are carried downward by the flood,
And lost in following years.

Verse 1

Great God! how infinite art thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to thee.

Verse 2

Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made:
Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.

Verse 3

Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in thy view;
To thee there’s nothing old appears--
Great God! there’s nothing new.

Verse 4

Our lives through various scenes are drawn,
And vexed with trifling cares;
While thine eternal thought moves on
Thine undisturbed affairs.

Verse 5

Great God! how infinite art thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow.
And pay their praise to thee.

Verse 1

O God! our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come;
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.

Verse 2

Under the shadow of thy throne,
Still may we dwell secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

Verse 3

Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.

Verse 4

A thousand ages in thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.

Verse 5

The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their cares and fears,
Are carried downward by the flood,
And lost in following years.

Verse 1

Ere mountains reared their forms sublime,
Or heaven and earth in order stood,
Before the birth of ancient time,
From everlasting thou art God.

Verse 2

A thousand ages in their flight
With thee are as a fleeting day;
Past, present, future, to thy sight
At once their various scenes display.

Verse 3

But our brief life’s a shadowy dream--
A passing thought, that soon is o’er;
That fades with morning’s earliest beam,
And fills the musing mind no more.

Verse 4

To us, O Lord, the wisdom give,
Each passing moment so to spend,
That we at length with thee may live
Where life and bliss shall never end.