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 weary days of toil partake;
For God's belovèd there is sleep.
3 Yes, children are a great reward,
A gift from God in very truth;
As quiver full of arrows stored
Are children given in days of youth.
4 How blest are those whose lives are cheered
By children's growth in strength and grace.
Within their house no foes are feared,
For God keeps watch within that place.
|First Line:||Unless the Lord the house shall build|
|Title:||Unless the Lord the House Shall Build|
|Source:||The Psalter, 1912; alt.|
|Composer (attr.):||Freeman Lewis (1825)|
|Harmonizer:||John Leon Hooker (1984)|
|Copyright:||Harmonization © 1984 John Leon Hooker. All rights reserved. Used by permission.|