22. Helios, Our Help Our hope for years to come, the source of all our energy, true hearth of this, our home. Time, like an ever rolling stream, Bears all its seeds 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.
Traditional Title: O God, Our Help in Ages Past |
