3 Before the hills in order stood, 4 A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 6 O God, our help in ages past, 2 Only thy restless heart keep still, And wait in cheerful hope, content To take whate'er His gracious will, His all-discerning love hath sent; Nor doubt our inmost wants are known 3 He knows when joyful hours are best, And makes thee own His loving care. 4 Sing, pray, and swerve not from His ways; G. Neumark. 1657. Tr. C. Winkworth. 1855. Ab. |