1 Unless the Lord the house shall build,
The weary builders toil in vain;
Unless the Lord the city shield,
The guards a useless watch maintain.
2 In vain you rise ere morning break,
And late your nightly vigils keep,
And of the bread of toil partake;
God gives to his beloved sleep.
3 Lo, children are a great reward,
A gift from God in very truth;
With arrows is his quiver stored
Who joys in children of his youth.
4 And blest the man whose age is cheered
By stalwart sons and daughters fair;
No enemies by him are feared,
No lack of love, no want of care.
|First Line:||Unless the Lord the house shall build|
|Title:||Unless the Lord the House Shall Build|
|Topic:||The Church: The Covenant People; Family Worship; God: Guardian(3 more...)|
|Source:||The Psalter, 1912|