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Our God, Our Help in Ages Past
By Isaac Watts (16741748)
O
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home,—
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.
Our hope for years to come,
Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.