514. C. M. Watts. |From everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.|

1 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home;

2 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same.

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

4 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.