1139    C.M.     Isaac Watts
Man Frail, God Eternal. Ps. 90. 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
  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 [Thy word commands our flesh to dust,
  “Return, ye sons of men”;
  All nations rose from earth at first,
  And turn to earth again.]

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

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 eternal Home.