O God, our help in ages past, our hope for years
to come, our shelter from the stormy blast,
and our eternal home.
Beneath the shadow of your throne your saints
have dwelt 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.