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Our God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come,
our shelter from the stormy blast,
and our eternal home:
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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.
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Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
soon bears us all away;
we fly forgotten, as a dream
dies at the opening day.
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Our God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come,
still be our guard while troubles last,
and our eternal home
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First Line: Our God, our help in ages past
Title: O God, Our Help in Ages Past
Author: Isaac Watts (1719)
Meter: 8.6.8.6
Tune: ST. ANNE
Our God, our help in ages past,