Our God, our Help in ages past

• choir (mp3)
• video

Our 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 your throne
Thy saints have dwelled secure;
Sufficient is your arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

Before the hills in order stood,
Or Earth received her frame,
From everlasting you are God,
To endless years the same.

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

Time, like an ever rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly forgotten as a dream
Dies at the opening day.

Words: Isaac Watts (1719)
Music: William Croft (1708
Sequence: Dall Forsythe, Church of St. John the Evangelist