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| C | F | Am | Dm | G7 | C | |
| Our God, | our help | in | age | s p | ast, |
| Am | Em | Am | D7 | G | |
| Our | hope | for ye | ars | to c | ome, |
| C | F | Dm | G | C | Dm | E | |
| Our | shel | ter | from | the | sto | rmy | blast, |
| C | Dm | C | F6 | G7 | C | |
| And | our | et | ern | al ho | me. |
| Under the shadow of Thy throne |
| Thy saints have dwelt 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. |
| Thy Word commands our flesh to dust, |
| Return, ye sons of men: |
| All nations rose from earth at first, |
| And turn to earth again. |
| 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 lives and cares, |
| Are carried downwards by the flood, |
| And lost in following years. |
| 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 mower's hand |
| Lie withering ere tis night. |
| Our God, our help in ages past, |
| Our hope for years to come, |
| Be Thou our guard while troubles last, |
| And our eternal home. |
