ISAAC WATTS
O GOD, OUR HELP
O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home,
Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting You are are God,
To endless years the same.
A thousand ages in Your sight
Are like an evening gone,
Short as a the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.
Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all of us away:
We fly forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.
O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be now our guard while troubles last
And our eternal home.
Joachim Wach Walt Whitman
Appreciation
This project has been made possible, in part, by the Unitarian Uinversalist Funding Program
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