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Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
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.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 313 · C.M · Elizabethtown
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
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.
Isaac Watts, “Great God! How Infinite Art Thou!”
Otterbein 1890 No. 74 · C.M · Manoah
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
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.
Isaac Watts, “O God! Our Help in Ages Past”
Otterbein 1890 No. 78 · C.M · Elizabethtown
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
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.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 95 · C.M. · Windsor