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 thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is thine arm alone, And our defence is sure. Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. A thousand ages in thy 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. Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROGRESS OF POETRY; A VARIATION by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE FUNERAL by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE STARLIGHT NIGHT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE WIND AND THE MOON by GEORGE MACDONALD THE BAREFOOT BOY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A SLUMBER SONG by A. HOLCOMBE AIKEN TO THE WINDS; A SONG by PHILIP AYRES |