A Prayer to God Our Help Our 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 Thy throne Still may we dwell secure; Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defense 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. The busy tribes of flesh and blood, With all their cares and fears, Are carried downward by the flood, And lost in following years. Thy Word commands our flesh to dust: Return, ye sons of men! All nations rose from earth at first And turn to earth again. Time, like an ever rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten as a dream Dies at the opening day. Like flowery fields the nations stand, Pleased with the morning light; The flowers beneath the mowers hand Lie withering ere tis night. Our God our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guard while life shall last, And our eternal home. --Isaac Watts, 1719
Posted on: Mon, 08 Sep 2014 10:05:28 +0000
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