Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.
„Return, ye sons of men”:
All nations rose from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by the flood,
And lost in foll'wing years.
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the op'ning day.
Pleased with the morning light;
The flow'rs beneath the mower's hand
Lie with'ring ere 'tis night.
Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.