Scott Robbins, composer
SATB Chorus, Organ
5:00
Text:
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 everlaasting, Thou art God, To endless years the same.
A thousand ages in Thy sight, Are like an evening gone.
Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun.
Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away.
They fly, forgotten, as a dream dies, At the break of day.
Remember the former things of old: for I am God, and there is no other. I am God, and there is none like Me: declaring the end from the beginning,and, from ancient times, things not yet done.
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.