Our God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come

Our God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come
And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us,
And establish the work of our hands for us;
Yes, establish the work of our hands
My song forever shall record
The tender mercies of the Lord;
Your faithfulness will I proclaim,
And ev’ry age shall know your name
And yet—blessed be the Lord forever! Amen and amen!
Lord, I have called daily upon You;
I have stretched out my hands to You.
God in his earthly temple lays
Foundations for his heav’nly praise
Glorious things are spoken of you,
O city of God!
Great is thy mercy, and my tongue
Shall those sweet wonders tell
O Lord, you are so good and kind, so ready to forgive, so full of mercy for all who ask your aid.
His righteousness is gone before
To give us free access to God;
Our wand’ring feet shall stray no more,
But mark his steps and keep the road
Revive our dying graces, Lord,
And let thy saints in thee rejoice;
Make known thy truth, fulfil thy word;
We wait for praise to tune our voice.
I will hear what God the Lord will speak,
For He will speak peace
To His people and to His saints