God My Help

O God, my help in ages past, 
My hope for years to come, 
My shelter from the stormy blast, 
And my eternal home.

Under the shadow of your throne 
Your saints have dwelt secure; 
Sufficient is your arm alone, 
And my 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.

O God, my help in ages past, 
My hope for years to come, 
My shelter from the stormy blast, 
And my eternal home.

(a prayer by hymn writer Isaac Watts, slightly updated)

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