"O God our help in ages" past Hymn History
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I am posting another hymn history, this one about Isaac Watt's well known hymn "O God Our Help in Ages Past." I hope that this will be a blessing to you and that you can sing along with this hymn as the lyrics are also included below. In addition, I included a link to a good performance of this beautiful hymn.
Isaac Watts (1674-1748) penned a hymn for days like this. “O
GOD, OUR HELP IN AGES PAST,” a paraphrase of Psalm 90, was written in 1714
when England was in crisis, faced with another wave of religious intolerance. Watts
knew about intolerance. He was nursed on the steps of the Southampton jail
where his father, a Protestant with “Nonconformist sympathies,” was imprisoned
for worshipping with his family outside the state-sanctioned Church of England.
When he wasn’t fighting for religious freedom, Isaac Watts,
Sr. ran a boarding school. There, he taught his frail and sickly son to love
languages. Young Isaac was a good student, not one to waste time. By age four
he had mastered Latin; by eight he knew Greek; then he tackled French and
Hebrew.
At the time, Protestants in England were restricted to
singing metrical psalms, “lined out” by a leader. One day, Isaac Jr. complained
that psalm-singing was boring, to which his father famously replied, “Then give
us something better, young man!”
That’s how young Watts began penning religious verse. He
would become known as “The Father of English Hymnody” or, as hymnologist Erik
Routley called him, its liberator.
When it came time for him to go to university, Watts chose a
Nonconformist academy in London because Oxford and Cambridge were for Anglicans
only.
In 1702, he became the pastor of the prestigious Mark Lane Independent
Chapel. By then, England was warily experimenting with religious freedom,
although it was still illegal to deny the Trinity.
In 1712, Watts was a pastor in London. Exhausted by ongoing
poor health, he accepted an invitation to spend a week convalescing in the
country home of a well-heeled parishioner. He packed his bags for a seven-day
visit, but stayed thirty-six years!
At the country home of his generous parishioner, Watts wrote
a number of books on topics ranging from philosophy to astronomy and completed
over 600 hymn texts. Experimenting, he changed the notion of what is
appropriate for Christians to sing in worship, believing that people of faith
needed “hymns of human composure” to help express our beliefs. He also wanted
to bring the spirit of Christianity into the Old Testament Psalms sung in
worship.
In 1714, Queen Anne, a Protestant, became deathly ill.
England was thrown into chaos. The era of conditional religious tolerance was
suddenly threatened. To make matters worse, Parliament hurriedly passed the
Schism Act designed to suppress dissent once again.
Watts promptly sat down to write a hymn of comfort for
England’s panicked citizens, especially his worried fellow Dissenters.
Paraphrasing Psalm 90, he reminded them that God takes the long view of Time,
while humans are caught up in the trials and tribulations of our current
crises.
Oh God, our help in ages past
Our hope for years to come
Our shelter from the stormy blast
And our eternal home
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
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
Or earth received her frame
From everlasting 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
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 opening day
Bears all its sons away
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day
Oh God, our help in ages past
Our hope for years to come
Be thou' our guide while troubles last
And our eternal home.
Our hope for years to come
Be thou' our guide while troubles last
And our eternal home.
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