Sunday's Hymn: Reader's Choice

From the hymn writer, Isaac Watts, one of the great non-conformists:

Our God Our Help in Ages Past
Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.

Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

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

Thy Word commands our flesh to dust,
"Return, ye sons of men:"
All nations rose from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.

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

The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by the flood,
And lost in following years.

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

Like flowery fields the nations stand
Pleased with the morning light;
The flowers beneath the mower's hand
Lie withering ere 'tis night.

Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.

This is the second of the reader chosen hymns. Today's hymn is chosen by Chris, who says

this one pops into my mind more often than any other when things are not going how I may feel is well....

At any point of desperation it is in our wicked human nature to look at the insurmountable odds. Isaac Watts takes our mind, turns it, and points it at the evidence. This evidence takes the shape of God's bountiful blessings and guidance throughout other trials.

How quick we are to forget, and how great the Lord is to remind.

You can listen to the choir version of this wonderful hymn from Your Favorite Hymns.

You, too, can choose a hymn to be featured here on Sunday.