By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M. Psalm xc. 1-5
      1 O GOD! our help in ages past,
      Our hope for years to come,
      Our shelter from the stormy blast,
      And our eternal home:

      2 Under the shadow of thy throne,
      Still may we dwell secure;
      Sufficient is thine arm alone,
      And our defence is sure.

      3 Before the hills in order stood,
      Or earth received her frame,
      From everlasting thou art God,
      To endless years the same.

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

      5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
      With all their cares and fears,
      Are carried downward by the flood,
      And lost in following years.

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

      7 O God! our help in ages past,
      Our hope for years to come,
      Be thou our guard while life shall last,
      And our perpetual home.